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Sin-Sin City… Sin-Sin City… Sin-Sin… City…  

The predator sets the  
Dimensions and the prey
Sets up shop around it  
You eventually settle on
A look that becomes a
Huge part of your identity
I don’t know. I don’t
Care. Fuck everything.
You see me caressing  
This bitch’s face and  
Neck and you think I  
Might earn something
Off the Google ads, but  
All I got is three pennies
And a wrinkled shirt
Go to see the folks but
All they do is bitch and
Complain like they did
Your whole fucking life
And now you’re just a
Stilted person who drinks
And smokes himself into
Oblivion every night to  
Wake up every morning
Into a world of vomit and
Fear  
 
If you’ve read this
Far, I’ve done my  
Job.
 
Fuck a job, and
Fuck
You  
 
 
 
Taurek
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