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It smells like dill in here

At least it doesn't smell like dead mouse.

Aha.

Youre Hellen.

Keller or Mirin

How would you be Hellen Miren

Cause I'm the Queen.

posh.

You want to die

Well, you better do it quick

Better get your shit toggether, paint a l

Bigger, better picture

Bitter Betty gliching steady

Just remember when you're ready

Ever steady still forgetting dinner

Dessert was already

Forget this significance

Remind me why I'm on this speeding bullet to nowhere

Had no other options but to go under for something

Shy, sickness it's a secret

Just kill me already

Semi robotic,

Something like a magnet, attracted,

Simply symphonies

And soulless bodies, tied to money

Wonder what was in the vaccum cleaner meaning

What did you suck up, dude

Who do you suck up to.

When nobody loves you

But your own son

And the audience is robots

Nothing really works more than once, if it's really magic

Sit and do nothing would you

Like you're supposed to

Fall over like the mannequin you are

Just a body in my count

A mattress without a bespost, if it matters

If it matters

Doesn't really matter

But hey, you know

We all go downtown every once or twice a note

For Hanukkah

I could try to be nice

But there's no sense in it,

Is there

If everything and everyone else is just as nasty

As the rest of it

Just is just a test, again

A doctors office visit.

Simple robotics,

Or already stocked up for Hanukkah, Hollywood

Where's your homeland deposit box

Closet full of robots

Closest to the moon, I wrote another poem for you

Sorry that I wasn't on the offering table

The parakeet, pigeon and pirated Slattery,

Damages, damages,

All with the Amazon packages,

Now we're all robots,

Aren't we

What corporation to you belong to!

Something corporate , or say anything

Whose to say Jeff Besoz won't replace us

With m robots with thought processes,

If once such could project as such presence

As an AI freestyle

Meanwhile, I've got a butload of buckets and bunts,

Bullletwounds, eyes on Manhattan and happens to wish something bad upon me

When all I wanted is

Somebody to love me

And someone to love him,

If that's what he wanted

(But who knows if what he wanted was all of the bodies opposite of him)

I don't belong on this planet

I belong in the garbage

Put me on mars, mom

Stop it,

You're almost a robot, get out of my peripheral

With your mental illness

Geez, I must really want a menorah

This is the animal house

There's no one alive here

Set to be slaughters.

Honor the box of offerings as

Thoughtful words

And parallels

What could be under your tongue

Is the surface of love

Just to touch with the battery acid or chemical trails

You have left in your axis

Nobody knows better than this

How close it is to touching

Without being loved

But nobody loves you

Psychotron, sure we're all robots now

Nobody loves anymore

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