Another dawn with its sense of foreboding 'n wakeful tedium.
"it's time to get away, it's time to get away from Youu" - for how long and from how many...
I got two of me trying to run away from the 'core' me: like the experiment with the horses 'n the canonball or some shit. The fact is : im goin' nowhere.
Lies damned lies, a godamn swarm, a plague - breeding, thriving, copulating in me.
A witless, unwilling interpreter of lies - a head full of this shit - classified, filed away and fukkin tongue-printed (not to forget the mugshots of lying expressions).
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