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now's
that
fucking ice cream van is loud
I'm feeding my
friend's cats, they purrrr
with most of their
body, cats don't they, it
makes me
feel good too
mutual love and happiness
are best, but
all I can do
is
beat the pain
not got
many friends left, about one really
hell is a head
or a place that a lot
of people get dropped into
I never respected authority,
gods,
keep your fucked-up
fantasies
away from me
I'm
drinking now
hanging today here in my
experience/life/time/cosmos/
reality/
dream/
thing, I think it's
the same, it's
consuming me, kills us,
does
what us does
we gotta go
with what
we can go with, OK.
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