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Text, so inhuman, inhumane, words so carelessly strung together, seven of nine i once heard the old catapiller shout from atop his soap box in the lecture hall, its like we've all become seven of nine.... ipod, iphone, i-dont-want-to-deal-with-the-real-world-so-i-shut-it-out-with-this-trendy-fruit logo-and clean, sanitized, dehumanized exterior, interior brain matter, shrunken to want, need, crave the man, mad men, Machines, running, busy bees getting the honey for the mother, man, corporate America, digging its deep, stinger, i let it go, numbing, swelling, can't see no more, heart stop. WHITE LIGHT. The lights strung up on the gutters, pictures of a fat man, smiling, sleigh, reindeer, what? Who is this guy? Kicking in i can feel it, heart pump slow, brain not work right, scrap those elaborate plans, big house, I'm overdosing in some strangers front yard and what have i got to show my little puny life, exisistence, resistance, ive done nothing, i got nothing, your born into the rubber gloves of a demon, put me back in, its cold, cry, cant weep, to gunky! cry... cry.weep..... breathe.... first breath, reincarnation, acid on my tounge, bis-are ... Its the biz kid, whiz kid, misfit, fit in. Go get more pollen bee, busy, be busy bee, busy bee, buzz bee, we gotta make more honey, for what ... me? No never me, stuck in this caste system, wont get out ... im stuck in my own honey, honey.
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