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#11 - I HAVE LITTLE TO NO MEMORY OF THESE MEMORIES Part 3 - The Hoarder “I think I’m trapped!” cried the woman Surrounded by newspaper, glass bottles and magazines stacked to the roof Bird cages Not one, but TWO big ol’ boats in the front yard, tarpaulin (not weather-proofed) She does that thing with her hands that she does when she’s in an inconsolable state of panic As you can see, she has a problem She thinks she needs it all, and there’s just years worth of stuff piled and blocking each entrance (and exit) of the house, she’s well and truly f ucked She tries to find a phone but all she finds is radios! People, what we see is a girl insane A girl insane A little house on a cul de sac Filled to the brim with trinkets, with bric-à-brac Pop culture memorabilia, clothing stacks And not to mention the 14 or 15 cats Sink filled with plates and teacups and vermin traps.. Frantic, a hatstand falls and trips her over And though at first it’s all still intact, A towering pile of pamphlets (and other crap) Topples and tumbles down and then bam! It smacks The back of her head. Her vision tunes out to black And all she can hear is the crackling of a fire igniting from a shattered old oil lantern Folks, all we see is a girl insane A girl insane But to some, in the depths of space, She’s the perfect brain the perfect brain All dials were turned somehow to 49 at the same damn time on those vintage radios - a transmission flow! A surge of something suddenly starts seeping in through skull and skin Her mind is flooded out with foreign memories..
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