Happy Birthday

Happy birthday: Your none of itsignificant memory in which you carry yourself Be a An oatvessel of "Poetic Artifice"critical documentation/documents, but today you’re air. I am not here in the fuzzed VHS-ness of 3small ageth baby teeth family camera lens birthday parties in The wilds annexed to Rooseveltneighborhood park, so deal with it.
I am not here in the junction of orangesuburban streets/grass dew/traffic cone mist where large, interstellar objectsfear is what sadlowercase emotion baby teeth in wet park benches do to boogersenvironmental phenomena. Therefore, upon careful reflection, deal with it.
I compare housesomething to the kind of hzlowercase dissonance variation you feel when you realize a arkterrible noise like when you realize for the first time that helium balloons pop/the kind of elation when helium balloons do that thing to your voice/both of them together happens on your better nights entrusted to analog recordings and basement boxes like the bag of fingersselfish organ, plural you were.
So happy birthday. But for want of the needmortal lack the widesky or body is already dying.

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