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When everything is fake like snakes

And the lemons are made of wood

And the faces are made of mud and evil

I sit upon the throne of mundane jewels

And wonder what the cable car smells like

On the edge of an ice cliff I stand

Look out over white Russia while drinking a white Russian

Memories of a hip Denver restaurant

Gold urinals

Big boss conversations about disease

500 years later now

The day is grainy gray, and the rain is coming

Crisp autumn apples covered in cold dew

Out in the trees the leaves have lost their green

A comatose scarecrow hangs on a pole

To ward off the spirits of another dimension

Halloween goblins wait in caves

Prepare their sacks to steal the people

Fans whir in a cold, red room

Another day upon us all

The weight builds

The crush comes

Throw it off your back and breathe