don't steady yourself
don't brace yourself
don't say oh wait a minute
don't ponder yonder
embrace your defect
life's a sunday morning
sip some coffee
flip through the papers
a hearty breakfast
sit on a chair and just
stare and disperse into the oblivion
i have money so my life is made
feelings are secondary
emotions are a rite of passage
the sooner you drain 'em the quicker you start living life
cause in the end we're just parasites feeding off each other
it's a gamble to succeed
you know a gamble where solitude will be questioned
but man!!!!!!
solitary life is aesthetically pleasing
we can't splice our souls can we?
cause we're all so fucking fascists if we cared to understand
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