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Another Autumn Journal Chaos (AKA Do Not Put This to Music Because You’re How Fish Put Up a Fight)   I know what it means makes a great first line While you paid by credit card an alien inside burst out of a person Do not consider at least smarter song lyrics My mental health or something like my mental health said you were forlorn online The light of the screen was a poem about looking up at you in the shower while I was beginning to undress to be in the shower with you An egg just fell from the sky and cracked An usher came over to tell me to turn my smartphone off so I paused the movie we were streaming I’m thinking intensify most statements exchanged Yeah an egg just fell from the big grey sky We thought we were going to be late for the ballet I really hope Anonymous doesn’t blow his fucking brains out in the restaurant Anonymous started to sing in the way I used to like a young Benny Hill There were no celebrities present The sky was indigo when I told you I’d been atmospheric as a kid The ballet cast seemed so beautiful in the shower I mean wow Then we said we loved each other We got over this When Anonymous says he loves me I tell him I love him too except he got Anonymous pregnant sometimes My love is sometimes a small bird that’s a bomb You responded by saying that I make you feel like there is no fucking orchestra and then we told your face and mine I said ‘Is there no orchestra?’ You were like ‘Pure No’ We put the most beautiful thing down beneath you because you were menstruating The ballet was non-committal Involuntarily shit I was just staring at my smartphone in an insurmountable poem You said ‘That’s not the point I’m making You always panic when parking the car’ You want to make me sing again but not like a young Benny Hill I laughed like a loon off camera because you told me you hated that neither of us seemed phased by the cool rain, chronic depression or no chronic depression during sex