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• Artiste: Imaginary Baseball League
• Titre: Bug Heaven
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i am unessential to a map of stars; the plots in constellations connect just fine without me but in memories of a future forecast by a boy i would never know how to live on the ground the mundane way of living in this place has declared me human but if the bugs slave, building homes to live in then i guess i'm part bug too and, my friend, so are you but in fantasies of afternoons untraveled by a sole i ride elephants through courtyards commanding you and with my eyes closed to the moment i still feel the heavens calling me to make paper into jet plane, lift off, and forever look down upon this unforgiving town i am not a miracle cure i'm not even a painkiller. anything and everything lives and dies without me; so unnecessary.