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Plane engines roar me to sleep Dreams drip down over my bed flooding Longings and unrequited love abandon the adventures of irresponsibility Remembering the freedom of rubber boots vacuum sucked into mud tracking wild boar on the live stage of real life. The jungle adventure may be over, but desire hovers like a suspicious wife in the other room when her husband is on the phone. Stuck in muddy ordinary. Vacuum sucked in piles of paper clips and paper. Google: the number of seconds adventure lies in the past. Realize: reality. We're back. Drive-thrus and Netflix not howler monkeys and campfire building. Here we can't hear Twitter - it just pops up on our phones It's not signing in the canopy.