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I have nothing to say.
I have to say nothing.
I have, to say, nothing.

Mr. Fantastic Has Got Nothing On Me

If only we could find the real meaning of things.
Not everything is crystal clear.
It's a haze and the smoke shreds your retinas.
But we don't only rely on sight.
Try to hear out and reach out to touch what's in front of you.
Careful not to fall. Avoid the obstacles and walk away from the noise.
It's too bad you can't see.
Outside is just a reach away.

Far From It

And I always thought I was the fucked up one.
In a sense...I am.
But so are you. And you. And all the rest of us fuckers.
We all desperately wish to be the one at a disadvantage, even those who deny it. Where's the sense of pride of accomplishing everything and nothing in life if everything's been given to you?
There's a disease here. It's the human race. We must stop it.

h(t)urT

I am full of shit.
I have nothing but excuses to tell you.
Excuse me, I am a hypocrite.
Please try to understand. It's how we are all raised.
A dystopian utopia.
That's where we live. It's all a fucking illusion.
Don't look away.

That Is The Sum

I am a pleasure seeking whore
My future lies in pieces on the floor
I am the blind man who can see
I walk on wire surrounded by fog
My steps echo around the confines
of the room in which I am locked away
No doors or windows to let me out

Drug Fueled

Here's a great big fuck you to the world, eat this you piece of shit cuntbox. I am angry and I am finally ready to express it. I bounced the ball so high that it momentarily covered the sun and I wept at the beautiful sight, the fleeting relief, I'm undone by you. I promise not to hold on to the tail of this roaring mountain, it will pass me by and I will hesitate ever so precariously perched at the intersection of hate and morose wondering if I can step without earth quake. They built this cage around me with little white pills and I'm safely contained but angry angry pained, one replaced by another, what was the point of this exchange? I don't have much time and you're bleaching all the colors from the walls I want to beg but that's pathetic well maybe a little bit won't hurt too bad. Don't go don't go don't let me go I hate the weight of need that strikes me over and over again my head against the bricks thudding softly gently lovingly. It feels important, it feels like something big but I know in hindsight everything is diminished and I'll soon forget like everything everyone else have a good run sunny days I'll be waiting under the rain.