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My
electric
razor
,
which
was
n't
a
bomb
,
was
still
three
time
zones
behind
me
.
Something
which
was
a
bomb
,
a
big
bomb
,
had
blasted
my
clever
Njurunda
coffee
tables
in
the
shape
of
a
lime
green
yin
and
an
orange
yang
that
fit
together
to
make
a
circle
.
Well
they
were
splinters
,
now
.
My
Haparanda
sofa
group
with
the
orange
slip
covers
,
design
by
Erika
Pekkari
,
it
was
trash
,
now
.
And
I
was
n't
the
only
slave
to
my
nesting
instinct
.
The
people
I
know
who
used
to
sit
in
the
bathroom
with
pornography
,
now
they
sit
in
the
bathroom
with
their
IKEA
furniture
catalogue
.
We
all
have
the
same
Johanneshov
armchair
in
the
Strinne
green
stripe
pattern
.
Mine
fell
fifteen
stories
,
burning
,
into
a
fountain
.
We
all
have
the
same
Rislampa/Har
paper
lamps
made
from
wire
and
environmentally
friendly
unbleached
paper
.
Mine
are
confetti
.
All
that
sitting
in
the
bathroom
.
The
Alle
cutlery
service
.
Stainless
steel
.
Dishwasher
safe
.
The
Vild
hall
clock
made
of
galvanized
steel
,
oh
,
I
had
to
have
that
.
The
Klipsk
shelving
unit
,
oh
,
yeah
.
