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where is the light switch?
to turn it off
cannot seem to find it
but must conserve energy
especially in this day and age
it shines so bright though
it glistens and it gleams
it’s like a jewel under fluorescent
but dag yo, just dag.
this mysterious orb
randomly appears in the room
and it’s just like…. there
fuggit.

pure inspiration
different generation
illogical explanation
something something nation
running
cunning
stunning
something
you know? it’s right over there.
no no, not there.
there!
you see what i mean? billy jean?
shhh shhhhhh shhh shh shhh
it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it is it is it is it it is it is it is it is it.
fuck.

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could somebody please tell me the way
as i am learning something every single day
could somebody please explain
what exactly there is to maintain
as i look to the left and i see it so clear
and i look to the right and all i see is fear
it’s like i’m walking down this path of shadows and doors
and i’m just here to explore something
that i think i knew a lot about
but it’s like catching the trout from the sea
can never throw it back because it’s meant to be
gotta eat it for dinner and be happy
but then you know it’s just this pool
of faces, thoughts, feelings, conversations, and places
and i feel like a fool
but no matter what i can’t escape this
gotta keep my head up high
gotta swallow my pride
but it’s the american dream know what i mean
it’s like a jungle sometimes
feeling like i connect with others who are throwing rhymes
but then i’m looking through a glass wall
as my mommy catches my fall
because i slipped on some broken glass
and almost busted my ass
and i can see right through the pavement
but the instructions are missing
as i lament watching couples kissing
there is no GPS for life
“turn here before your heart gets slit with a knife”
rolling with the punches
as you begin to resemble your childhood lunches
you can’t help but wonder about it all
and no matter how positive you are
you can only get pushed so far
to feel the necessity to indulge in this cesspool of vomit and grease
what is the number to call the happiness police?
please report to them a combination of various experiences
and a few interferences
a couple of disappearances
all grievances
knowing deep down to acknowledge and appreciate and will soon be shifting experiences
let’s revel now, in this suicide called life
this dark and musty cave
of pain and strife
as you walk away
your nailpolish reflecting in the dimly lit cafe
to hibernate is to be safe
but i never volunteered to play.