Japan, 1863. Across the globe, the civil war rages.
I made the long walk
Across the plains,
through the village path
under the stars.
At long last, I came to the monastery
where a message was waiting on the fax machine:
It's Abe Lincoln. We need you.
I first began in the business of selling people when I sold a strange man in Jerusalem that I did not like for thirty silver pieces. Swaths of people flocked after him down into the precipice of the market.
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I think that when he looks at pianos,
The keys are stained and worn in
With grooves and dents,
In the shapes of his fingerprints,
ghosts of peo / ple hiding in this house / they grew up in and left / hiding under tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden / separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h counting endlessly endl
Comments
i've seen so much about how Lincoln could've sent a fax to the samurais and this is such a funny representation!
this is hilarious!!
quote from a friend:
"thats funny. i especially love the fax machine in the monestary"
thank you both very much!
Awesome. This made me smile.
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