it’s something o’ clock on the astral calendar that time of the year I’m put in the stocks cause I am tangential to the status quo too fucked up to go with the flow I’m all jammed up and glued to the spot because hell is social but I am not
I’m out of sync with the conversation another symptom of my growing alienation a greyish catastrophe unfolds behind my eyes as another fraction withers away and dies it’s the same old singer it’s the same old song something somewhere is going wrong
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