Rabbit, rabbit! I woke this morning with forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit running through my head like the stuck line of a song, which I'm not even sure what to do with. On the other hand, I also woke to a small black cat who crawled under the covers beside me and purred himself back to sleep, which feels like a better omen. The air and the light have changed just enough to feel like autumn, even on a drizzling day. Every year I observe it's the ghost-season, but that doesn't seem to stop it being true.
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- 1: Finally, time to write the book on you
- 2: On Fortuna's wheel, I'm running
- 3: I know it made your head spin, what we did with money
- 4: But now I'm a villain, I'm a killer, a dying light
- 5: Every flower needs to neighbor with the dirt
- 6: Contamination begins almost immediately
- 7: Ever since I met you, honey, I just want to get laid
- 8: It's mortal primetime
- 9: Flicking embers into daffodils
- 10: Carve the sun into a diagram that reads to you
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