Happy Birthday

Happy birthday: Your I went tumbling down the stairssignificant memory in which you carry yourself Be a glass vasevessel of passportcritical documentation/documents, but today you’re air. I am not here in the fuzzed VHS-ness of threesmall ageth baby teeth family camera lens birthday parties in Bents Parkneighborhood park, so deal with it.
I am not here in the junction of traffic conesuburban streets/grass dew/traffic cone mist where going blindfear is what mild surpriselowercase emotion baby teeth in wet park benches do to aurora australisenvironmental phenomena. Therefore, upon careful reflection, deal with it.
I compare coffee flavoured fudgesomething to the kind of dissensionlowercase dissonance variation you feel when you realize a zzzzzzziiiiiip!!terrible 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 harmonicasselfish organ, plural you were.
So happy birthday. But for want of the heartlessmortal lack the land masssky or body is already dying.

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