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This is a poem I wrote at work in early 2001. I recorded myself reading it twice, and I added effects with my voice. I liked how it turned out and so Epix Coinreturn was born. Here is the poem.
Dead Man’s Head
Eats Vulture Cake
Many times I peel back the cushions off of my eyes and see goldfish floating belly down, deep inside the salt mines of this devilish little town. Flipping, choking, falling, all belly up with eyes that spear the hunter’s very chilled tears. So chilled they are ice, horses made of ice running down the goldfish face. Does this happen often? I ask myself. I hope mother doesn’t hear the tears as they fall and bounce off the window just below just below my socks, that have been eaten by my feet. If oxygen can freeze, then what should I eat, If power is wrong, I want more oranges in my coffeecake. If I could fly I would. If I would I could, I can see that me and me are as happy as we could ever be, filled with glee to the tippy top, upside down, but sometimes not. They are never sad like...
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