grey sucks. this is the last fourth in that shade. the call
of radicalism.
no alarms and no surprises please help your christ in chain
feels born again clean like mental shower alone, even benway is smilling as i'm scoring poor in any field. loveless, jobless, living with my parents, with the relief of a born again lust for life Saddam Hussein is my friend i guess as far as i can recall that isn't much of a depth charge rushing at valium speed feels like being in the wake of something huge that overcomes what i am transcends my ego and builds faster than lego
hope 
my heart's beating out of time
now i want to be her cat
i was having a fucked up day when
she told me she wants to talk to me on icq if it works and i
propose to place a call costing the weight of my born again
hope checks balanaces on defense becoming fences iron beauty
barb wired heart of mine sweeper i need psychiatric surgery
i need a date
object 
teenage kicks but i'm too old to pretend, justified and ancient lays on the other side off the wall i take the pills and then tremble about what's next as i don't keep a schedule i have no plot no aim and yesterday i realized i've lost her and that she was unique and that i could die at any second and still there's no stone with my name on it, no traces of my being, kids play lego with ego distant voodoo paranoid humanoid void the rest of the chain off the soil where they may find oil
distance 
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meet the party people going under and scoring like gods
i'm not even their slave as i claim but there are red
mountains surrounding me
it all starts with me sueing me for playing lego with my ego and having Benway involving blond victims in the distance enjoying jazz drinking infusion getting older any second witness of my instance allong the line so thin feels like a cruel sin lots of dispensers and no pez to feed them like me having money and time but nowhere to travel to so that only a month makes a big difference |
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