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• Artiste: The Brave Little Abacus
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If it ever adds up to isolation tap me on the back and I’ll find the train. Being alone takes it out of me while walking away takes me. Embarrassment. Is that all I can find? In the nooks and crannies? In the burrows of my own mind? Will I prove myself? My masculinity? Oh god examine...please examine me. The wasted photographs. Infestation means another man’s trash is not my treasure. Yes, ownership does have its perks but not mine. No, not mine. Don’t do this to me they’re not mine. The yearned for autographs. Infatuation means another man’s trash is indeed my pleasure. Yes, ownership does have its perks but not mine. No, not mine. Don’t do this to me they’re not mine. Would somebody else hold the rifle for once? Is this disease kicking in or are the headphones letting me know who it is that i am? Checkpoint’s blocked by the sea. Everyone seems so sad, or is it me? Or is it the small huntress with the kite because I don’t know what to think of all the consumers inside her small figurative heart. Would somebody else hold the rifle for once? is this disease kicking in or are the headphones letting me know who it is that i am? Checkpoint’s blocked by the sea. Everyone seems so sad, or is it me? Where are all the pills you take? These pills you take to disguise your hollowed horse. Breathe in the fumes you make to take back what’s yours. I wish i were you. If no one will read it put the pen down if no one will read it put down the pen. Take me away with you. Place me in your tale, give me the part. I wish i were you. Ambition always doubles the weight of the world. I wish i were you. And when its done and we’re all gone, into the night we will run. I am here boy. And in the night the depths will prove who was wrong and who was right. I am wrong boy and now wide awake.