"Unconscious Mutterings #169 On 5/2/06"
- Out of place :: in the face of destiny, the grand
- Helicopter :: in my head stalls above the Hotel
- Francis :: Arlene on a Mexican beach, no
- Ryan :: Seacrest in your face, just a wry
- Wedding :: of inebriates, the subtly
- Apalled :: in their marriage best. While I, the sly
- Historian :: of a race, believe the heart of the unknown
- Powerful :: and wrecked looms above the lost
- Sex symbol :: of the waste. And me, I'm here,
- Uncomfortable :: and past.
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