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• Artiste: Absofacto
• Titre: Gnat Years
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A year in a day. I wake to the spring, watch summer fade to gray, and sleep to the fall. Two bumps on my spine. I thought that I might grow wings and learn to fly, but they didn't sprout. I wouldn't know where to go if they did come out, so maybe it's just as well. Oh well. There's beauty I found, just watching the light streak as you rush around three hundred and sixty five times faster than I can perceive. It bends and it breaks into pieces, and through the cracks I can decode meaningless sounds. I'm holding myself to lower standards. Nothing to expect now, I hope, I hope. I'm living my life in gnat years. I'm living my life in gnat years. I made a boo coo buck getting loose with the juicer as my orchid wife sits wilting softly on the sill. My tiny brain's wick's thirst quenched by the wax and my true love's flicker's getting brighter ever day. I want to scratch out the message on your reading glass lens but my time's almost up and I don't quite remember what it is. A year in a day, a year in a day.