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i'm scared, i'm terrified, i've fallen in a stupor...for many springs and falls. i can't breathe in the butaphoric air. Existing in an artificial box with lots of matches in it.
i live with a magician who's no magician at all, just a crook.
i wake up with an artist who is no artist at all, just a waster.
i eat with a savior who's no savior at all; just a userer.
Then constantly i find myself longing for change, unneeded, unnecessary, pointless; watching the illusionary sceneries pass by i curtain the window.

November 26, 2009


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