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| God's Lost Niece's & Nephews The man in the moon's got too many kids. It's too damn lonely up there in the shadow of the sunlight. Nobody pays him to watch over the cats. Not even the hippies can remember who lives up there. He's old and dying now; aching for a familiar soft and dry dream. When he fucked us by the moon's stolen light we forgot how to sleep in the crawlspace of the mirror, and that intoxicating spirit of ghosts, gods, and angels cast that light right into silence. |