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ahem i saidahemair is drythroat sore, scratchybreathing in my own stinktoo longthe dust on my tongue thatforms into paste on the way into myempty stom..
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Play house? Who's playing?
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say, hey,there's a world out there, kid,and it's just full ofthe bad the good the weird and uglyyou gotta see it,you just gotta feel ittake it in your..
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Been awake a while.
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breathe the dawnoh love.catch my breath in your handsi sigh,oh love.dew in your hairthe sun, your eyesthe world isthere.
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here it goes again: the speeding whirring rocking rolling of the fast track.motors and wheels? we ain't got no motors and wheels, son, where you been?..
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a sensual one.
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ask the aching machine,
ask the robber in your home,
ask the budding celery stalk,
ask the cross-dresser in the corner,
ask your father,
ask the ..
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spoonfed. down the hallan orderly coughs. sicknessand sterility.
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stream of consciousness.
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