last words: the perfect self-
cleaning con. Set your alarm
clock; it’s volcano
day. Can you feel it
coming out of the walls?
We need sonic escape
hatches, a vanishing
point defined by DNA. The world
ends when the doctor
dances. Resonate concrete,
let me see your space
junk. Call the other-
world ambulance. Set your emergency
protocol to stun. Mother
knows best about the bomb.
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