In the record store of my mind
There are always records spinning
And tube TVs playing obscure movies high up the walls.
I balance reading trashy 1980s Horror paperback originals and zeno's conscience
Between ringing out coolcat customers.
And if your mind is dirty and your soul is pure
You can set up shop in the back
And pawn your wastoid wares Into the paws of the Indecent Universe Inverse University attendants.
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