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“Once when I got like this, I thought I was building a boat”-
This is the concept you will use to make yourself invisible.
In the dead silence of a night in New York,
Do not fall in love with Laura and do not let Laura fall in love with you:
Even things as amazing as stars burn out.
                                         Oh, look- now the stars are falling.

I don’t remember what life was like when I was seven.
       I like the taste of air.
       What should I do?
I come to you all dressed in sound.
                                                           I like it here
In this place I might have felt alright.

We were on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains
This made it hard for her because it meant she couldn’t blow up beautiful buildings.
  When she was new she rolled like a black umbrella through the sky
    Forgetting she was in a ghetto and that outside the trains were waiting.

                      I have more stories about trains for you.
                      Tell me a story about trains
                      Tell me, trains, a story. About...
It’s not the words you write, it’s the story you tell.
Hello, broken thing, may I sketch your smash patterns?

                                                                                      I’m fucking addicted, okay?

Do not be surprised. I have always been your canvas, Argenis.
              Sketch me with charcoal, Argenis. A pencil will never do, and
I am not afraid of you any more.
                                            (Just when I get good at something, there’s no need for it.)

Shall I tell you stories of other stars: stars that you love, that deserve your love. Stars that do not disappoint and disgust and disgrace your love.

Oh, I hope they exist for your sake!

Description
“Once when I got like this, I thought I was building a boat”-
This is the concept you will use to make yourself invisible.
In the dead silence of a night in New York,
Do not fall in love with Laura and do not let Laura fall in love with you:
Even things as amazing as stars burn out.
                                         Oh, look- now the stars are falling.

I don’t remember what life was like when I was seven.
       I like the taste of air.
       What should I do?
I come to you all dressed in sound.
                                                           I like it here
In this place I might have felt alright.

We were on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains
This made it hard for her because it meant she couldn’t blow up beautiful buildings.
  When she was new she rolled like a black umbrella through the sky
    Forgetting she was in a ghetto and that outside the trains were waiting.

                      I have more stories about trains for you.
                      Tell me a story about trains
                      Tell me, trains, a story. About...
It’s not the words you write, it’s the story you tell.
Hello, broken thing, may I sketch your smash patterns?

                                                                                      I’m fucking addicted, okay?

Do not be surprised. I have always been your canvas, Argenis.
              Sketch me with charcoal, Argenis. A pencil will never do, and
I am not afraid of you any more.
                                            (Just when I get good at something, there’s no need for it.)

Shall I tell you stories of other stars: stars that you love, that deserve your love. Stars that do not disappoint and disgust and disgrace your love.

Oh, I hope they exist for your sake!