climate control, i want to feel warm again. climate 
control, pain down on me, the misery i love to heed. 
chemical imbalance children are convictions using 
training wheels to hold us up below sea level. we're just 
chemical reactions. oregon hill is a map of old friends 
and acquaintances that i use to guide my way. puppy dogs 
tag team tall tales to each other marching on into the 
distance singing that song we know so well. hand in hand, 
cheeck to cheeck. you can hear them screaming, L U I E 
make them believe me we are the townies. what if all the 
fireflies were poisonous? wed take cover every summer 
just to retreat into our homes. just think about...think 
about... i forgot. what was it like to go outside in the 
summertime? this town is a retirement home. to say that 
we're safe is an overstatement of the way things seem. 
pull back the skin, where i love to dig. remove 
themarrow, the bones become hollow. pull back the skin, 
remove the marrow and ill wipe this liposuction from my 
hands. there will always be a celibration to drink that 
we create ourselves. this hole is a hive, laced with 
honey, still stings on the inside.