Happy Birthday

Happy birthday: Your balanced on a fencebeam in Old New Englandsignificant memory in which you carry yourself Be a ferry boatvessel of the papers of Jean Louis Berlandiercritical documentation/documents, but today you’re air. I am not here in the fuzzed VHS-ness of five years oldsmall ageth baby teeth family camera lens birthday parties in Triangle parkneighborhood park, so deal with it.
I am not here in the junction of Park Gone Waysuburban streets/grass dew/traffic cone mist where an exploding memberfear is what boredomlowercase emotion baby teeth in wet park benches do to global warmingenvironmental phenomena. Therefore, upon careful reflection, deal with it.
I compare my styrofoam cup of watersomething to the kind of fjfjfjfjlowercase dissonance variation you feel when you realize a EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEterrible 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 stomachsselfish organ, plural you were.
So happy birthday. But for want of the envymortal lack the bodysky or body is already dying.

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