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Thinking Things Through

My Mind is the Only Thing That I Know Exists. I like taking a quiet ride out into the country. But its the sounds of creatures. Hidden in the brambles that worry me. I hear the mattresses. Singing to the somnambulists. Their songs might very well. Be the crickets outside. One never really can tell.

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I Hereby Banish Myself to the Land of Wind and Ghosts. My Mind is the Only Thing That I Know Exists. My Mecha Squirrel Runs on Batteries, Not Acorns. Employees Must Always Wash Their Hands Thoroughly Before Serving the Customer.

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In this knock-down-drag-out gladiator coliseum called life. But I often settle for less. On Kraft Macaroni and Cheese at 3 in the morning. Someday exercise bikes, ThighMasters, and rusty treadmills will collect dust. In vast gym equipment graveyards, some still whirring, clanking. Like metal pillbugs searching for someone to oil their joints.

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The poem you are now reading. Who, you may be asking, is Greg Santos? A jumble of lines and scribbles. Bits of data on a computer screen. A lemur disguised as a man. He is a figment of your. Greg Santos once killed a dragon. Did I say dragon? Did I say with his bare hands? I meant by overfeeding. He is sometimes a pen grasped by a hand,. Attached to an arm, linked by nerves. To a brain, where inside we find.

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My Mind is the Only Thing That I Know Exists. I like taking a quiet ride out into the country. But its the sounds of creatures. Hidden in the brambles that worry me. I hear the mattresses. Singing to the somnambulists. Their songs might very well. Be the crickets outside. One never really can tell.

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Thinking Things Through

The poem you are now reading. Who, you may be asking, is Greg Santos? A jumble of lines and scribbles. Bits of data on a computer screen. A lemur disguised as a man. He is a figment of your. Greg Santos once killed a dragon. Did I say dragon? Did I say with his bare hands? I meant by overfeeding. He is sometimes a pen grasped by a hand,. Attached to an arm, linked by nerves. To a brain, where inside we find.

Thinking Things Through

My Mecha Squirrel Runs on Batteries, Not Acorns. I fashioned her out of synthetic fur, a Mickey Mouse alarm clock, and from parts of mechanized pencils. She infiltrates wild squirrel cliques, bringing me back her findings every night before I go to sleep. The juicy squirrel gossip she dishes out is a welcome respite from my ho-hum days. Did I mention that she lives in my head? That detail must have slipped my mind.

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Employees Must Always Wash Their Hands Thoroughly Before Serving the Customer. Mr Edwards felt I was being insubordinate. But I still believe our venture would be far more profitable. If we served only varieties of cheese fries. Only poetry and savory snack treats can fill. Is there something wrong with me? Have you ever seen Cheesus,. The Cheeto that looks like our Heavenly Father? I make the pilgrimage to the shrine in Houston every year. Are you paying attention, friend? .

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And await the cleaver of my epoch. Cleave away, O epoch.

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