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• Titre: Mailbox
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to hold and taste it to get it in your mailbox every morning at 11:15, the greatest feeling in the world to really be there, it fills you with grace and generosity, infinite hospitality, love. we'll hide drugs in the floorboards nobody checks there anymore, and that includes us we'd take the other bus it goes under. sit around and wait and hope they find you on an island that we call home an island we've been known to call 'the greatest feeling in the world,' that shimmering violet place that is always there and always late like the distant past with a heartbeat oh it moves you intensely. to really be there, to give yourself up to a space untouched by science defined by its defiance we're sending loved ones telegraphs that say "i miss you, and i wish that i had got to know you better, but how could you go through life always feeling like that? how can you get drunk on good without eating the bad?" they don't reply that shimmering violet place that is always there and always late it's like the feeling that you get when you die i bet. it's like bein in the sky