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When you are BrainWrench, you are:
life
a baby
a street persons cough
urine in the subway
cotton candy in the sky

When you are BrainWrench, you are:
cold pizza early in the morning
that knowing glance across a room
arms around you that care
gas station humor scribbled fast off 80

When you are BrainWrench, you are:
room tone

When you are BrainWrench, you are:
the sort of expression you feel fast like the flu
butterflies you swear you have seen before
that really great meal you will always remember
chocolate ice cream on a kids sleeve

When you are BrainWrench, you are:
a wood screw, rusted in the rain
the sound of mucus hitting pavement

When you are BrainWrench, you are:
that feeling the knife really did cut you
the relief when you were wrong

When you are BrainWrench, you are:
the smell of wet newspaper
the smell of people when they come out of the rain

When you are BrainWrench, you are:
brown

When you are BrainWrench, you are:
the cabs all off duty when everyone is going home

When you are BrainWrench, you are:
sealing wax and Michelangelo
that moment when a child looks at you for the first time, again

When you are BrainWrench, you are:
soft skin

When you are BrainWrench, you are:
that akward moment when no one talks
a smile
a fuck you
the finality of the end

When you are BrainWrench, you are:
decay