Instincts Of The Future
Catalog Wherehouse:
He's Buying A Micro-
Recorder... Because He's
Full Of Crazy Ideas...
He's Gotta Spit 'Em Out,
On The Lonely Rolling
Road Rolling Genius Away...
Maybe He Was.
All Those Squirrels!
I Sold Him One,
It Was On A Shelf,
Took His Money,
Made A Sale.
You Never Know.
A Box Of Windows.
Seeing Eye On
The Door.
*I Give Them Too Many Nuts.*
*I Spoil Their Future.*
*******
!!!Neon!!!
-Gray Squirrel
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