EVERY STREET I CROSSED TONIGHT
REMINDED ME OF A ZIPPER. THAT'S ABOUT IT.
EXCEPT, WELL, NOT REALLY. I HAVE TO
TELL THE TRUTH ABOUT THE HARD GROUND.
THE TRUTH IS -- IT'S NOT THAT HARD. YOU CAN
SCOOP IT UP WITH YOUR GRANDMOTHERS.
YOU CAN WHISPER TO IT AND IT WILL COWER.
THERE IS NOTHING BETTER THAN TO WHISPER TO IT.
TONIGHT WAS A BROKEN POWER CORD, THOUGH
ALL FUCKED AND FRAYED IN ALL THE IMPORTANT
PLACES. LIKE, GO BUY A NEW ONE, IF YOU CAN
FIND THE MODEL NUMBER. BUT WHATEVER, FUCK IT.
I AM HAPPY THAT THESE THINGS ARE NOT AS
HEARTY AS YOU'D LIKE. I ALSO WOULD LIKE TO
EXTEND MY CONDOLENCES TO THIS UNIVERSE
ON BEHALF OF THE HEWLETT-PACKARD POWER
CORD I FOUND ON AMAZON.COM. I'D LIKE TO
ALSO PLAY A GAME CALLED "HURT THE UNIVERSE"
LATER BUT I'M NOT SURE HOW TO PLAY. SOMETHING
WITH CARDS AND EYES AND STUFFING YOUR POCKETS
FULL OF JAIL CELLS AND PERFORMANCE ART? SOMETHING
ABOUT THE SMELLS OF YOUR NEIGHBORS? BUT THE BIG
COLLABORATIVE THING DOESN'T HAPPEN UNTIL LIKE
TOMORROW, SO YOU CAN JUST CHILL OUT TONIGHT.
I KNOW THEY SAY YOU SHOULD TAPER AT LEAST 3
WEEKS BEFORE RACE DAY BUT MY LAST LONG RUN
TODAY DIDN'T GO AS WELL ASI WAS HOPING.
THE ORAL SURGEON WHO DID BOTH MY BOYS --
WHO ARE RUNNERS ALSO -- SAID AT LEAST THREE
DAYS OFF SINCE RUNNING INCREASING PULSE/BLOOD
FLOW AND HE WAS WORRIED THEY WOULD BLEED.
DO MOST WOMEN BLEED WHEN THEY LOSE THEIR
VIRGINITY? I LOST MY VIRGINITY TECHNICALLY WHEN
I WAS RAPED AND I BLED THEN. YOU WHO ARE VERY
ACTIVE IN SPORTS, HORSEBACK RIDING AND WRESTLING --
A FINGER IS NOT THAT BIG SO WOULD NOT HAVE HURT
THAT MUCH. WE COMPULSIVELY GROOM OUR FACES
UNTIL WE BLEED AND WE ARE AFRAID TO VENTURE
OUT OF THE CORNER OF OUR CAGES -- WE AGE.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
HOW TO DRAG YOURSELF AROUND, IF YOU MUST
WHATEVER GOES UPON TWO LEGS IS AN ENEMY
FOR THE STREETCAR THAT DRIVES OVER YOUR LEGS, FOR
THE MODERNITY IN THAT PITCH YOU REACH WHEN YOU GET
MAD. INTO KNOWING, INTO PITCHED FAILURE THROUGH US.
WILD, UH, WILD. SO KNOWING, SO TO YOUR LEGS FOR THE
MODERNITY IN THE CHEAP SUNGLASSES THAT WE MUST WEAR.
WHATEVER GOES UPON FOUR LEGS, OR HAS WINGS, IS A FRIEND
THE NIGHT YOU CRAWL INTO BED WITH ME WILL BE THE NIGHT
I HINT AT STREET LIGHTS, OR ELSE IT WILL BE US, HUDDLING
BEHIND A TOYOTA CAMRY, TRYING TO BLEND INTO SHADOWS.
IT WILL BE THE NIGHT WE FIND THE NIGHT IN OUR MARROW, ITS
BLACKNESS CRAWLING THROUGH US LIKE MOTOR OIL.
NO ANIMAL SHALL WEAR CLOTHES
HERE THE STITCHES FIND NO FREE PASS, JUST A BELATED TRUNDLING
OF TEXTURE. YOU X'S DITCH PAST THE COPS AND STRUGGLE OVER
THE RIVER IN TRUCK BEDS; YOU X'S STUMBLE THROUGH INTERSECTIONS
BREATHING LIES ABOUT POPULAR THINGS. HERE THE STITCHES GO TRUE,
PULLING THEIR EXILE BEHIND THEM IN A RADIO FLYER.
NO ANIMAL SHALL SLEEP IN A BED
THIS BEING THE HEARTBREAKING STORE MANAGER IN A SHRINKING
PARKING LOT, SMOKING LOST TIME. TUSSLING HAIR IN SENTENCES
AND PULSING BOUNCED CHECKS. THIS BEING THE MOST YOU CAN
WEEN FROM THE SPACE BETWEEN CHEWING AND SINGING. THOUGH WHEN
YOU SING, IT SOUNDS FOGGY, LIKE CAR ALARMS AND BRIDGES RAISING.
NO ANIMAL SHALL DRINK ALCOHOL
MONEY LAUNDERING SCHEMES DOTTED HER FACES LIKE THEY DOTTED MINE.
I THOUGHT WE WERE IN THE SOUTH. OR I THOUGHT I WAS BY MYSELF.
CORNER MARKETS DELIVERING, OH, FOR. FOR DELIVERING SERMONS IS PRAISED.
WE TRIED TO DANCE, OR, I MEAN, I TRIED TO DANCE WITH HER -- THOUGH
I WAS A PARKED CAR ON AN EMPTY STREET. OR AN EMPTY STREET UNDER AN EMPTY CAR.
NO ANIMAL SHALL KILL ANY OTHER ANIMAL
THE RIM OF A FULL GLASS IS UNLIKE ANY OTHER CREATURE IN THIS WORLD,
IT IS MORE LIKE A BRUISE THAT YOU DESERVE. FULL PLATES FOR EYES, SHE
GOES SHOPPING. IF SHE ENTERS THIS ROOM, SHE WILL BE SHOPPING. IN TIME,
TUSKS. SLOW GRAIN BARGES CAN NOT KEEP UP WITH THE STILLNESS OF A DYING
MOON, OR A FAIR PRICE. THESE POOR STITCHES KEEP DOTTING THE GLOBE.
ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL
THESE ARE NOT HANDS, THESE ARE LATCHES, THESE ARE DROP DOWN MENUS
AND THE CLOSET WHERE THEY KEEP THE COPIER AND EXTRA PENS. THOUGH
HEARTS ARE STRONG MUSCLES, THEY ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO AN XBOX.
THOUGH SHE TUGS THROUGH THE CRACKS IN THIS PLACE, SHE IS BARELY
DECORATION. BUT AT LEAST? BUT FOLLY, TO KNOCK HEADS.
FOR THE STREETCAR THAT DRIVES OVER YOUR LEGS, FOR
THE MODERNITY IN THAT PITCH YOU REACH WHEN YOU GET
MAD. INTO KNOWING, INTO PITCHED FAILURE THROUGH US.
WILD, UH, WILD. SO KNOWING, SO TO YOUR LEGS FOR THE
MODERNITY IN THE CHEAP SUNGLASSES THAT WE MUST WEAR.
WHATEVER GOES UPON FOUR LEGS, OR HAS WINGS, IS A FRIEND
THE NIGHT YOU CRAWL INTO BED WITH ME WILL BE THE NIGHT
I HINT AT STREET LIGHTS, OR ELSE IT WILL BE US, HUDDLING
BEHIND A TOYOTA CAMRY, TRYING TO BLEND INTO SHADOWS.
IT WILL BE THE NIGHT WE FIND THE NIGHT IN OUR MARROW, ITS
BLACKNESS CRAWLING THROUGH US LIKE MOTOR OIL.
NO ANIMAL SHALL WEAR CLOTHES
HERE THE STITCHES FIND NO FREE PASS, JUST A BELATED TRUNDLING
OF TEXTURE. YOU X'S DITCH PAST THE COPS AND STRUGGLE OVER
THE RIVER IN TRUCK BEDS; YOU X'S STUMBLE THROUGH INTERSECTIONS
BREATHING LIES ABOUT POPULAR THINGS. HERE THE STITCHES GO TRUE,
PULLING THEIR EXILE BEHIND THEM IN A RADIO FLYER.
NO ANIMAL SHALL SLEEP IN A BED
THIS BEING THE HEARTBREAKING STORE MANAGER IN A SHRINKING
PARKING LOT, SMOKING LOST TIME. TUSSLING HAIR IN SENTENCES
AND PULSING BOUNCED CHECKS. THIS BEING THE MOST YOU CAN
WEEN FROM THE SPACE BETWEEN CHEWING AND SINGING. THOUGH WHEN
YOU SING, IT SOUNDS FOGGY, LIKE CAR ALARMS AND BRIDGES RAISING.
NO ANIMAL SHALL DRINK ALCOHOL
MONEY LAUNDERING SCHEMES DOTTED HER FACES LIKE THEY DOTTED MINE.
I THOUGHT WE WERE IN THE SOUTH. OR I THOUGHT I WAS BY MYSELF.
CORNER MARKETS DELIVERING, OH, FOR. FOR DELIVERING SERMONS IS PRAISED.
WE TRIED TO DANCE, OR, I MEAN, I TRIED TO DANCE WITH HER -- THOUGH
I WAS A PARKED CAR ON AN EMPTY STREET. OR AN EMPTY STREET UNDER AN EMPTY CAR.
NO ANIMAL SHALL KILL ANY OTHER ANIMAL
THE RIM OF A FULL GLASS IS UNLIKE ANY OTHER CREATURE IN THIS WORLD,
IT IS MORE LIKE A BRUISE THAT YOU DESERVE. FULL PLATES FOR EYES, SHE
GOES SHOPPING. IF SHE ENTERS THIS ROOM, SHE WILL BE SHOPPING. IN TIME,
TUSKS. SLOW GRAIN BARGES CAN NOT KEEP UP WITH THE STILLNESS OF A DYING
MOON, OR A FAIR PRICE. THESE POOR STITCHES KEEP DOTTING THE GLOBE.
ALL ANIMALS ARE EQUAL
THESE ARE NOT HANDS, THESE ARE LATCHES, THESE ARE DROP DOWN MENUS
AND THE CLOSET WHERE THEY KEEP THE COPIER AND EXTRA PENS. THOUGH
HEARTS ARE STRONG MUSCLES, THEY ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO AN XBOX.
THOUGH SHE TUGS THROUGH THE CRACKS IN THIS PLACE, SHE IS BARELY
DECORATION. BUT AT LEAST? BUT FOLLY, TO KNOCK HEADS.
THINGS TO CONSIDER BEFORE SEX DEATH / THINGS THAT REMIND ME OF KISSING AND EATING
THIS LONELY EARTH IS A WEIRD
MOTHER FUCKER BUT SOMETIMES
WHEN I HOLD MY BREATH I FEEL FREE
BUT I ALSO FEEL MY BODY START TO
FAIL, WHICH IS A FORM OF CONSTRAINT.
OKAY, SO I'M NOT HOPEFUL. APPARENTLY
FREEDOM IS JUST THE ILLUSION YOU GET
WHEN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH.
I DON'T WANT TO BE ONE OF THOSE
PEOPLE WHO END UP ALIVE WITHOUT
MEANINGFUL CONNECTIONS. DO YOU?
I WOULD RATHER MELT MYSELF DOWN
TO MY FUNDAMENTAL CHEMICALS AND
VOLUNTEER MY SLUDGE FOR CONSIDERATION
AS A PLAYSTATION CONTROLLER.
OH, GOD? OH, I MEAN, DEAD GOD?
ARE YOU THERE? HEY, IT'S ME, MEG RYAN.
ARE YOU THERE? HELLO? SHIT. I'M IN A
FUCKING TUNNEL. FUCK, I'M GETTING PULLED
OVER. HOLD ON. I'LL CALL YOU BA-
AM I INTERESTED? OR AM I JUST DISINTERESTED?
IT IS UNCLEAR AT THIS TIME -- THIS TIME
THAT I MEASURE IN NUMBER OF STEPS ON THIS
CARPET. "WE HAVE CLAIMS BY KIDNAPPERS
AND TERRORISTS AND BEHEADERS."
BUT WAIT, DO WE HAVE TO FILL EVERY SPACE
WITH EVERY CHUNK OF OUR DISGUSTING SKIN?
DO WE HAVE TO FIT OUR CHUNKS INTO THE VOIDS?
DUMB QUESTION.
BETTER QUESTIONS:
ARE YOU A POTENTIAL VICTIM? LOOK AROUND YOU.
CHECK FOR THE SIGNS. ARE YOU WATCHING UFC?
ARE YOU EJACULATING? YOU ARE PROBABLY A
SCAPEGOAT WHO IS SECONDS FROM LAUNCH
BUT HERE, LET ME KISS YOU ON THE CHEEK.
EVEN BETTER QUESTIONS:
HAS YOUR PUBLIC ENGAGEMENT CHANGED
WITH NEW MEDIA? WHAT IS YOUR
OPINION ON THE FUTURE OF NEW MEDIA?
CAN YOU ALTER THE TASTE OF YOUR VAGINA?
DOES MY BODY LOOK NORMAL OR IS IT WEIRD?
SHOULD I HAVE SEX WITH MY BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND
IF I LOVE HIM/HER?
I'M RUNNING OUT OF HOPE
"FOCUS ON WHAT'S OFF ABOUT
THE RELATIONSHIP," SAYS DEBBY
HERBENICK, PH.D
"TILL YOU FIND OUT WHAT ACTUALLY
HAPPENED, AND WHEN YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE FOR
TELLING THE TRUTH, YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE TIME
TO FIND OUT WHAT THE TRUTH IS,
AND THAT DOES TAKE TIME."
MOTHER FUCKER BUT SOMETIMES
WHEN I HOLD MY BREATH I FEEL FREE
BUT I ALSO FEEL MY BODY START TO
FAIL, WHICH IS A FORM OF CONSTRAINT.
OKAY, SO I'M NOT HOPEFUL. APPARENTLY
FREEDOM IS JUST THE ILLUSION YOU GET
WHEN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH.
I DON'T WANT TO BE ONE OF THOSE
PEOPLE WHO END UP ALIVE WITHOUT
MEANINGFUL CONNECTIONS. DO YOU?
I WOULD RATHER MELT MYSELF DOWN
TO MY FUNDAMENTAL CHEMICALS AND
VOLUNTEER MY SLUDGE FOR CONSIDERATION
AS A PLAYSTATION CONTROLLER.
OH, GOD? OH, I MEAN, DEAD GOD?
ARE YOU THERE? HEY, IT'S ME, MEG RYAN.
ARE YOU THERE? HELLO? SHIT. I'M IN A
FUCKING TUNNEL. FUCK, I'M GETTING PULLED
OVER. HOLD ON. I'LL CALL YOU BA-
AM I INTERESTED? OR AM I JUST DISINTERESTED?
IT IS UNCLEAR AT THIS TIME -- THIS TIME
THAT I MEASURE IN NUMBER OF STEPS ON THIS
CARPET. "WE HAVE CLAIMS BY KIDNAPPERS
AND TERRORISTS AND BEHEADERS."
BUT WAIT, DO WE HAVE TO FILL EVERY SPACE
WITH EVERY CHUNK OF OUR DISGUSTING SKIN?
DO WE HAVE TO FIT OUR CHUNKS INTO THE VOIDS?
DUMB QUESTION.
BETTER QUESTIONS:
ARE YOU A POTENTIAL VICTIM? LOOK AROUND YOU.
CHECK FOR THE SIGNS. ARE YOU WATCHING UFC?
ARE YOU EJACULATING? YOU ARE PROBABLY A
SCAPEGOAT WHO IS SECONDS FROM LAUNCH
BUT HERE, LET ME KISS YOU ON THE CHEEK.
EVEN BETTER QUESTIONS:
HAS YOUR PUBLIC ENGAGEMENT CHANGED
WITH NEW MEDIA? WHAT IS YOUR
OPINION ON THE FUTURE OF NEW MEDIA?
CAN YOU ALTER THE TASTE OF YOUR VAGINA?
DOES MY BODY LOOK NORMAL OR IS IT WEIRD?
SHOULD I HAVE SEX WITH MY BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND
IF I LOVE HIM/HER?
I'M RUNNING OUT OF HOPE
"FOCUS ON WHAT'S OFF ABOUT
THE RELATIONSHIP," SAYS DEBBY
HERBENICK, PH.D
"TILL YOU FIND OUT WHAT ACTUALLY
HAPPENED, AND WHEN YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE FOR
TELLING THE TRUTH, YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE TIME
TO FIND OUT WHAT THE TRUTH IS,
AND THAT DOES TAKE TIME."
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
I HEART GOD NOISE
IF I AM NOT IN CONSTANT CONVERSATION WITH YOU I FEEL LIKE SHIT
I THINK THIS IS WHY SOME PEOPLE LIKE THE IDEA OF GOD
AND SOME PEOPLE THINK THEY ARE COMMUNICATING WITH SOMETHING
BUT FOR THE EXACT SAME REASON I LIKE FREEWAY NOISE
AND I TRY TO MAKE MYSELF DREAM ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF TERROR
FOR EXAMPLE, I TRY TO FORCE MYSELF TO DREAM I AM TWO PEOPLE, SPLITTING, SOMETIMES.
WHEN I SAY "GOD" I MEAN THE IDEA OF EATING VERSUS THE IDEA
OF SINGING. WHAT I MEAN, REALLY, IS THIS PUNCHING FROM THE CHEST
OUTWARD. TO BE MORE CLEAR, I MEAN MY HEART IS A FIST. TO BE
MORE CLEAR, I MEAN MY HEART IS HER FIST. TO BE MORE CLEAR,
I MEAN HER FIST IS HER HEART. TO BE MORE CLEAR, I MEAN
THERE IS NO BLOOD BETWEEN US -- THIS IS CLEAN. THIS IS
A SIMULATION OF WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THERE WERE TWO TANGLED
CIRCULATORY SYSTEMS TRYING TO ESCAPE A BURNING BUILDING.
THIS IS A TV ON FIRE
AND THIS IS A FIRE ON TV
DO YOU SEE THE DIFFERENCE? DO YOU SEE HOW YOU AND I CAN
CONVERGE IF WE PRACTICE TRACING EACH OTHER WITH CHALK ON THE GROUND
AND THEN IF YOU LIE ON TOP OF ME AND WE ASK SOMEONE TO TRACE THE TWO
OF US? AND IF WE ASK THAT PERSON TO LIE ON TOP OF US AND ASK ANOTHER
PERSON TO TRACE THE THREE OF US? AND IF WE ASK EVERYONE TO LIE ON TOP
OF US -- NO, NO. SOMEONE WILL FUCK IT UP SOMEONE WILL FUCK IT UP. YOU
WILL FUCK IT UP, OR ELSE I WILL FUCK IT UP. IT IS NOT UNCOMMON.
I THINK THIS IS WHY SOME PEOPLE LIKE THE IDEA OF GOD
AND SOME PEOPLE THINK THEY ARE COMMUNICATING WITH SOMETHING
BUT FOR THE EXACT SAME REASON I LIKE FREEWAY NOISE
AND I TRY TO MAKE MYSELF DREAM ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF TERROR
FOR EXAMPLE, I TRY TO FORCE MYSELF TO DREAM I AM TWO PEOPLE, SPLITTING, SOMETIMES.
WHEN I SAY "GOD" I MEAN THE IDEA OF EATING VERSUS THE IDEA
OF SINGING. WHAT I MEAN, REALLY, IS THIS PUNCHING FROM THE CHEST
OUTWARD. TO BE MORE CLEAR, I MEAN MY HEART IS A FIST. TO BE
MORE CLEAR, I MEAN MY HEART IS HER FIST. TO BE MORE CLEAR,
I MEAN HER FIST IS HER HEART. TO BE MORE CLEAR, I MEAN
THERE IS NO BLOOD BETWEEN US -- THIS IS CLEAN. THIS IS
A SIMULATION OF WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THERE WERE TWO TANGLED
CIRCULATORY SYSTEMS TRYING TO ESCAPE A BURNING BUILDING.
THIS IS A TV ON FIRE
AND THIS IS A FIRE ON TV
DO YOU SEE THE DIFFERENCE? DO YOU SEE HOW YOU AND I CAN
CONVERGE IF WE PRACTICE TRACING EACH OTHER WITH CHALK ON THE GROUND
AND THEN IF YOU LIE ON TOP OF ME AND WE ASK SOMEONE TO TRACE THE TWO
OF US? AND IF WE ASK THAT PERSON TO LIE ON TOP OF US AND ASK ANOTHER
PERSON TO TRACE THE THREE OF US? AND IF WE ASK EVERYONE TO LIE ON TOP
OF US -- NO, NO. SOMEONE WILL FUCK IT UP SOMEONE WILL FUCK IT UP. YOU
WILL FUCK IT UP, OR ELSE I WILL FUCK IT UP. IT IS NOT UNCOMMON.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
HERE IS A POEM CALLED I LOVE YOU CALLED I LOVE YOU CALLED I LOVE YOU ETC.
LOOK AT A MAP OF THE EARTH
AND TRY TO FIND ME
I AM ALL OVER THAT SHIT
WHERE ARE YOU? ALL OVER
THAT SHIT TOO?
AWESOME
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?
MINE IS BLUE
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OCEAN-BOUND MAMMAL?
MINE IS THE BELUGA WHALE
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE STARS SO BLURRY
THAT YOU TRULY BELIEVED HEAVEN
HAS SPILT INTO OUTER SPACE?
I HAVE. IT'S PRETTY GREAT.
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN STABBED?
I HAVE! I WAS STABBED IN MIDDLE SCHOOL
WITH A BROKEN CD SHARD
IT BARELY BROKE MY SKIN
I'M OK, OBVIOUSLY
HAVE YOU DROP-KICKED YOUR BROTHER
INTO A CLOSET DOOR?
I HAVE, AND WE STILL LAUGH ABOUT IT
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE EPISODE OF THE FRESH PRINCE?
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT PEOPLE WHO DON'T VOTE?
WOULD YOU EVER CONSIDER JUMPING OUT OF AN AIRPLANE
AND SHOOTING SILLY STRING FROM THE CENTER OF THE SKY
UNTIL THE EARTH CAPTURED OUR BODIES
AND THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO DO
BUT LET OUR HEARTS SLOW DOWN?
AND TRY TO FIND ME
I AM ALL OVER THAT SHIT
WHERE ARE YOU? ALL OVER
THAT SHIT TOO?
AWESOME
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?
MINE IS BLUE
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE OCEAN-BOUND MAMMAL?
MINE IS THE BELUGA WHALE
HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE STARS SO BLURRY
THAT YOU TRULY BELIEVED HEAVEN
HAS SPILT INTO OUTER SPACE?
I HAVE. IT'S PRETTY GREAT.
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN STABBED?
I HAVE! I WAS STABBED IN MIDDLE SCHOOL
WITH A BROKEN CD SHARD
IT BARELY BROKE MY SKIN
I'M OK, OBVIOUSLY
HAVE YOU DROP-KICKED YOUR BROTHER
INTO A CLOSET DOOR?
I HAVE, AND WE STILL LAUGH ABOUT IT
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE EPISODE OF THE FRESH PRINCE?
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT PEOPLE WHO DON'T VOTE?
WOULD YOU EVER CONSIDER JUMPING OUT OF AN AIRPLANE
AND SHOOTING SILLY STRING FROM THE CENTER OF THE SKY
UNTIL THE EARTH CAPTURED OUR BODIES
AND THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO DO
BUT LET OUR HEARTS SLOW DOWN?
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