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strange


some or more of my life i feel kind of out of place a strong sense of sureal

in my childhood with my mother at a department store i mistook people for manikens

and mabikens for people  in junior high at a science class i was drawing cars of the future

the teacher saw it showed the class and everyone laughed  adolescence even more out  of place adulthood watching the tornado circus of babies and cars watching expresions on people like strangers faces in the citytrying to find meaningisometimes  remember my dreams  usually strange  and daydreand daydreams

 

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