i'm just a professional amateur taking up way too much space in my next life, the cards claim i'll come back as a cockroach from having read too much franz kafka under a strong rain my brain can't function very often but sometimes it allows me to swing my feet are clunky and clumsy but my heart won't let me care i prowl the seas of unrest looking for that far fetched getaway isle all day long the creditors glow the nation can't hold its liquor it takes two sips and the giddy magic show sticks its head in the door i feel like lifting your embargo i think we should take each other in trade the thermometer just burst its kidney howling is the proper pronounciation of my name i'm just a pushpin in your wall map my capital never goes out its front door the losers have a convention in a highly suspected hotel the bellboys seem easy but they cough too much when you tip them i'm just a bag of popcorn my kernels didn't pop all the way i guess i'm waiting for you to ask what i supposedly did to get this far in the not too obligated corners the researchers arm wrestle one another and lie about just how far they can toss the gold ring the one we think lives around our respective heads when you talk this way all i can do is scamper under the bed i hear everything gets equal a little after midnight we can compare wounds under the fluorescents
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