The past is weird.
Dancing door with scales and flat fish eye,
If I lean up the world will explode.
The lines make sense,
Because it’s all moving.
Who’s rooting for who?
I hope we win forever.
Screech screech goes the desk with magnificent child-like qualities,
It’s all chickenscratch bullshit anyway,
Anything’s better than sitting on floor,
Anything’s better than click click sigh,
Face in palm,
Count the hours to bed to do it again,
Oh boy, can’t wait to start a new day,
With new urges towards nothing important and nothing learned or gained,
That’s where i want to be,
Talk less and forget it.
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