This place is a garbage dump piled high with human trash. The waste that paces the shitty sidewalks glittering with broken glass. The trash never gets taken away here it just lies in the gutter and rots. In the distance there is a gleaming city but it is all for naught. Whats the point of dreams if we are all fallible?
We are just the lab rats and it is mandated so. They must do this and must do that but it mustn't never show. Here is your cure for pellegra in the poisons that you eat. Enriched so you can live and we can stay rich. So i am vacationing in the refuse. Refusing to be what i fear. Avoidance is a dance best danced drunk and unaware. I am tried and i want to be true but ya know how that goes. The urges to argue and runaway pull me to and fro. This singsong bullshit is trite and its pissing me off to know end. But it is a lazy Sunday and the beers are coming quick. I mustn't think of you or i for fear i might get sick.
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