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    <title>haven</title>
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      <name>Chris</name>
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    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>home, safe haven. work, accidents always happen mostly within ten miles of home. home is elusive. used to think that hope is where your hat hung. well  hung hate. fedora. baseball. ten gallon. skull capped with a browning 9mm. drinking  at mickey's last night, finishing off with mack, when we drank two shots of  tequila each and talked about how our jobs where alike:</p>
<p>i am a data plumber and mac plumbs pipes, lead, filled with immovable shit.   my data collisions and his turds.  the a/c, the turd, urine filled vats  yellow viscous and stinking.</p>
<p>a boy told me he must suffer so suffer he shall; a boy told me his life is  gravy and delicious and it is it is.  poor fools poor fools but i cannot  blame them because look at all their friends and parents and world and school  and look at the darkness of the clothing.</p>
<p>rather, vivid colors. rather, catch a rainbow. rather, embrace the vibrating  illusion. i won't accept your downer bullshit cause it might infect my sunny  dispossession.</p>
<address>&#169;1998 chris abraham </address>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>home, safe haven. work, accidents always happen mostly within ten miles of home. home is elusive. used to think that hope is where your hat hung. well  hung hate. fedora. baseball. ten gallon. skull capped with a browning 9mm. drinking  at mickey's last night, finishing off with mack, when we drank two shots of  tequila each and talked about how our jobs where alike:</p>
<p>i am a data plumber and mac plumbs pipes, lead, filled with immovable shit.   my data collisions and his turds.  the a/c, the turd, urine filled vats  yellow viscous and stinking.</p>
<p>a boy told me he must suffer so suffer he shall; a boy told me his life is  gravy and delicious and it is it is.  poor fools poor fools but i cannot  blame them because look at all their friends and parents and world and school  and look at the darkness of the clothing.</p>
<p>rather, vivid colors. rather, catch a rainbow. rather, embrace the vibrating  illusion. i won't accept your downer bullshit cause it might infect my sunny  dispossession.</p>
<address>&#169;1998 chris abraham </address>
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