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In my closet the inkman is holy,
he is called Messaias and god.
He lives in a basement near my apartment,
and he's closest friend is a kangaroo who likes to eat jam.
But Jam is not good for he's belly so he pukes all the time.
The puke is red and violet like the paint on my toes,
and the jam is sweet and soft like my head.
My head who is filled with massages and smoke.
Smoke who is coming from the deep barried fire under my bead,
under my bead where all the storys is shouting names.
Names on famus people and not yet discoverd chords.