ANGELS

 

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often their tasks make no sense

 

make sure so-and-so gets on the train

 

keep the innkeeper awake

 

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after, they stroll around humming, watching squirrels

 

they gamble and play pinball

 

make bonfires in the woods

 

they eat scrambled eggs in all-night diners 

 

seduce strangers in hotel bars

 

they go on benders, creating messes

 

they have drunken foot races in soggy wheat fields

 

they forget their purpose, they break their headset

 

they do drugs and see things

 

they need more but there is nothing

 

screaming into the wind, they drive motorcycles off mountain cliffs

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but always wake up back in the dorms