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							CLEAR it is all so clear the master plan unfolds when the noise gets thicker the eyes get clearer well it stung a little and it only itches slightly the ever more, the discomfort I have to wrap it up... I don't think it'll ever make sense to worry about the slightest things rejection never mattered mirrors never shattered we all end up perverted and shady at the very best all crack down, all fall down nature does the rest therefor I've called out for you trying to get close a drive to be inside of you I wish you were here (but you're not very near)
	APATHETIC and it's busy on the road I swear I wasn't ever there out of tune with everything I tried maybe apathetic and denied persuasion into nothingness investing all this energy decline on responsibility and stigmatise, ill maintain the way of the commerce the riverflow of cash so push me in the corner my aptness with the trash I'm waiting for the turnaround see how things, unsound this progress slow of motion aimless, and slack devotion
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		DESPERATE MEASURES he finds himself at the breakfast table, watching the clock. there never was any time. he did it all in real time, his whole life, and he wasn't aware. and now, it's the latest hype in software. he finds himself listening to a song on the radio he doesn't know the tune, he doesn't know the singer's name he doesn't like the sounds but he doesn't care to turn it off... too much of an effort, and the silence will get back at him, instantly. he finds himself in this place he can't make out to be his own, he sees the walls are endless, all around him, and the windows are soiled, dirty it's been raining outside, it's been raining inside, inside his mind, as usual... he looks through yonder mirror a moth hangs from the ceiling, dead and ragged, a giant spider got the best of it the man just can't forget what horror it had been. he finds himself entangled in thoughts, all brand new thoughts, but oh so many of them, an endless stream of dreams and thoughts and nothing, no way to translate the shady flashes of dissolute configurations, like stars in a night sky, somewhere, someplace, oh so out of place... he finds himself wearily laying out his life, his past, his sins so self-proclaimed as if it was a single thing that made him act this way he finds himself in apathy, unable to get in touch with life, with other people he finds himself trying to explain the weather - a wonder of forecast... he finds himself clutched to a draining sorrow just because he knows it's the only thing he can rely on being slowly drained of all thoughts, all feelings, all of everything that ever made sense, ever before he finds himself running for the door, the bathroom door and in a desperate act, he shaves his ass! and now, he's got a nice clean pussy-ass