Lightning doesn't strike so much as connect things. It balances out the energy that's burning between things. Searching for side roads, I think we're in trouble. We're two snakes eating our own tails -- you're my double. Silicon Valley stayed green all winter. We slept in a storage unit and showered in the sprinklers. Mechanical rabbits, chasing our shadows. We feel the hot breath on our necks and we hear the hounds at our heels, but they'll never catch up to us. Look where it started: back in New England when you were just a kid. Playing TV tag and you were always it. You couldn't blend in. You shouldn't blame them for being little kids. And at this distance it's hide-n-seek again. Look what you started. A pattern language exists in our heads. And so we believe in the chairs where we sit, believe in the airport bars, believe in accidents.
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