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THE METHOD IN OUR MADNESS

PINNING THINGS TO THE EARTH SO THEY DON’T FOLLOW US AROUND

THE YOUNG ARE AT THE GATES

LOOK IT ALL IN THE EYE

WRITING AND REWRITING MY LISTS

AN INFORMALITY THAT HAS VALUE

NO KING

PROUD AS PUNCH

AN ENDLESS SLEEPOVER WITH YOUR WEIRDEST FRIEND

I CAN’T STOP SO I’LL JUST GO

THE SHADOW IS MINE AND SO IS THE VALLEY

YOUR REFERENCES ARE ALL OUTDATED

YOU CAN NEVER WIN OR LOSE IF YOU DON’T RUN THE RACE

KISS MY HAND AND WAVE

SCRATCHES THAT ITCH

BEFORE THE GOING GETS GONE