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A night or two

The great struggles of the upper middle class

a strictly human desire for a buffer

for failure

shortcomings

flashing thoughts of desensitization

a cigarette dangling from my lips

stand up to try to walk and falter

Alien house, Alien people, Alien thoughts

ten steps down the hall, take a right, could end the fun

clear thoughts, shake and reset

the night is a hat to a balding man

multiplying feeling for one another

hands and knees, emptying his stomach

glad its not me

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I walked down the path until the great and tiny sphinx blocked my path

a question for passage, or two steps and a leap

up the escape, to the entrance

Are you excited?

about?

you know damn well

We departed from the attic, down into the street, and the sounds of Quiet Town

they're already here, perfect

sweating bullets that swim through the air and kill innocence

snake their way into my un-tarnished mind

and leave fragments of shameful memories and euphoric encounter

i hope so

picture show

her head in my lap

animal instinct blocked by the upbringing

internal civil war, brothers fighting brothers

dying one by one within the confines of the cerebrum

F**k, shes asleep

bulge in my pocket

well two now

gotta take care of one, let the other sort itself out

shes up with a start, I guess I'm robbing the place

skull cap, dark and strangled eyes greet her

Imnasplit....

back into Quiet Town

confidence back, the war was won and I feel its time to collect the spoils

F**k that, lets keep moving

The electric candle light leads me to the place of ceremony

Let it Fly

Quiet Town greets me, us, like an old friend who you find drunk, but conscious

The conversations down the night streets read like the stark ramblings of a Manic on horse

but not really like that, I would like to think so though