I want;
A sea salt shaker,
A liquid nitrogen cocktail maker,
A loop creator (kaosscillator),
A complex knowledge receiver.
To press my lips to a Journalist,
Transmitter, brain bouncing broken messages through the looking glass,
Gooseneck barnacles that make hollow sounds,
Consummate beauty pigeoned on a mind atlas.
And sadness, in plastic bags, thrown away with the poor's rags.
To liberate the world!
But,
I'd just settle for a beer,ok?
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