Didn't know I was holding my hands up for your investigation. I didn't know I offended you by being here, my own mutation. I don't see a reason to pretend that I like it. I don't fight it. I'm rotten. I'm dirty, like the water that you flush beneath you. I've gotten to be this way by my own determination to decay. In your practical land, a castrated animal I am. Throwing all my childhood garbage out the window of my storage bin, living in sin. Yesterday it seemed like you were here. This will be the day I choke on last night's crystal resin tear. I fear I'm holding on to some foolish alibi, living a lie. Cemetery garden perennials are a colorful invitation. Wishing I could fly through the windshield like a kid in a roller-coaster line. I'm waiting in line. I don't like it. I don't fight it. I'm rotten. Dirty, like the water that you flush beneath you. I've gotten to be this way by my own determination to decay. In your practical land, a castrated animal I am. Throwing all my childhood garbage out the window of my storage bin, living in sin. Yesterday it seemed like you were here. This will be the day I choke on last night's crystal resin tear. I fear I'm holding on to some foolish alibi, living a lie.
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