enough
dreams of lost lovers increasingly grotesque
held hostage by my subconscious
just tell me your demands
do you want a fast car - full tank of gas - get the hell out of this town?
1.2 million dollars in non-consecutive bills?
a helicopter on the roof?
a private jet to Nepal?
no fear?
damn. the helipcopter would have been easier.
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