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� � �She found herself in the highlighted margin,
� � � � more than fame can conquer
� � � � � � � A myth
� � � � �I feel my unconscious,
� � � � � �sharp like panic,
� � daunting more than a blue razor,
� � �conceptual than a candlestick,
� � � � bright and condescedning,
� � � � � I beg for your insults
� �Everything's personal,
� � � � � � � � � � �though the subjective won't agree.
Objective is only peripheral, and the ones who can see that is �the blind
� � Venus and Mars would understand if only castrated,
� �understand that she is infectious,
executive lifestyle,
execute the ideas,
statue of NO limitations
, � �bring a feed-greed and the thirst of a burning lyric.
� � � � � Her placenta is a noose everybody,
� � � � � � � �absent fetus,
� � � � � � � � �feed us!
� � � � �How evil is Immortality?
Lynch is the only perfection,
so bring your'e words
I'm starving so I give myself to one last god,
Womb has only one mile.
And so does dear Death,

but not my lover Unconscious.