you show a fundamental misunderstanding of responsibility and are at this point down to wiping out two sevenths of your life for the other five spent sucking lead pipes fourteen billion years and all these luxury services no truth just yoko and i

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 the genes work against a conscious another step in the work toward another arrangement the rights of man over the rights of life

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 we are the shit shuffle oh so much shit to shuffle the numbers are enormous out of our heads if matter is fixed than all things are then the physical arrangements recur return eternally all possible bars play out simultaneous unfolding

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 we are going out in a flash in a pan kind of way no matter what it is all about bloody grateful that it was at all about here now with you incredible and we have lost another good socialist to stalin's statistics the cure is worse than the disease let us live with the disease to maintain this standard of living there has to be less living enter logan's run what is it to be old again euthanasia is the new holiday destination all inclusive

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 what on earth are you talking about well you see you dont remember that i was there but i was as a child the children are always forgotten they are sponges that soak up the environment and if you bring them up in a toxic one then they become toxic

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 the a.o.k's are walking onto the stage singing about the lipstick traces on the barrel of a gun it has been smoking since the rising of the sun shining on the nothing new having nothing else to do

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 you are putting your desire onto him and listening to him look what he wants feels does is drawn toward since when have you seen the long periods of cat sleeping in when does that desire arise under what conditions alignment of the stars can you please just LEAVE the tail moving quickly back and forth dont event touch it like not move it act as if it is hot lava

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 i hear them the helicopters we could have been in new york battling it out under some loft in alphabet city but we are not i follow the lines as long as they let me fly and with you i fly so high you are an angel your skin makes me cry i cannot reach you up there your are light i am so much more of the earth i spring up ut of the ground growing toward the light burnt and burnt again i will dry out and whither away long before i reach you

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 i am your seedling babes i need your warmth i am an invasive species of walking tree blown in the wind and caught in your hair i sprung in your comb laying on the window sill 

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 honesty in a box sent to you in its creation the honesty i carry around with me like an organ pumping in my chest a kernel of truth it is anything is good so long as it is honest open up make another cut spill a little on the page it hurts but it is good and there is only so much good we can do until there is no more doing whatsoever 

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 we are all in the swamp with nothing to get away from or to so do not be making any poisons you do not want to be living with zinc poisoning because of a potato salad

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the sky is grey and i am feeling kind of blue sitting in the kitchen just waiting for you the coffee is burnt the toast is black i am looking forward cause there aint no looking back i am drunk on whiskey and rye i to remember what it's like to cry so i sing an old love song one you know so well goes on too long maybe you'll hear it someday on the radio maybe you'll come to a live show and you'll sit in the middle of the crowd where the spotlight is too bright and the people too loud like a fool i forget to call your name so my life will go on just the same sometime i will put ink onto the page seal it in an envelope and send it on its way across an ocean into a foreign land i'll never know if it's in your hand but what's the point of writing letters you will never send and what's the point of knowing you if i can't call you friend i look into the mirror and see your face it's an illusion you're gone without a trace the sky is blue your eyes are too i think of you like i always do

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 cannot have it both ways never ought to have gone in for the sex but that is communication right wrong i have nothing but you everything runs along until we tear each other apart the films stops just where it begins to get interesting where i would pick up the story and run with it where it will go difficult this is water

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 when are we going to run out of chocolate all these shoppers with trolleys filled with toilet paper  do not know what to be panic buying i grab the coffee beans cocoa nibs and sugar anything that cannot grow here everything that needs to traverse an ocean oh the rice for god's sake grab some basmati india is closing down who is going to harvest the rice

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 try again collecting memories of you drifting through the gene pool digitized for the pin ups are now on the pin boards

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 trouble already today so tell me a new one did i tell you the mokka machine is back online brewing a lovely coffee without any excess pressure building up and creating a bitter taste oh yeh now we are back to full bodied taste no burn no bitter no drips or spits and sprays onto the ceran no clean required rinse and fill with water with regular use

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 now the cat wants to com in well make up your mind like your bed there are no second chance dead is dead no coming back lazarus mostly zombies round here not a thought between them to life just cars and computer games the mix is not worth the risk once bitten is all it takes

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 water so cold it has an edge to it cat ant to hang out but i am too busy chasing down an idea to be distracted by animal

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 if you are getting along just fine in this open air prison keep your head down and enjoy the breathing waking moments because those longing for freedom will take you with them all the way into the twin towers and beyond a waft of cool air in the hair and nothing more than the release of the body from the constraints of the mind not a moment not an eternity 

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