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should have been busy all afternoon/cleaning this room slash porch/cuz there's not enough space for me pace back and forth/the sofa i crash on/is very uncomfortable/but it aids me in keeping one eye open/while i shut the other one/and i'll continue to shred these blankets/until the chill's worst than the fear/keep the 40s stocked up/cuz it tends to get thirsty in here/and instead of crashing out/i thrash about/getting trashed/pissing myself/and cussing you/while i'm passing out/but i'll give you the shirt off my back/ cuz i can taste later fabrics/in the meantime/i'm stuffing dollar bills into waste paper baskets/this chair gives way/folding doubling over/seeking a dimension/ where my character is sober/where my chest is not imploding/to the sound of my thoughts/but i've run out of slogans/now i'm bound by the cost/but i'm cleaning up/filing these love letters written in perversive cursive/and i hung up my skateboard/these days the wheels serve no purpose... and i know/minutes ago/i did something today/ but after battling this pen/ these words have nothing to say... ----there's wax on the table/cuz i was afraid to blow the candle out/all my senses are deceiving me/to see if i can handle doubt/before i became fiction/i slammed the door on conviction/and the solitary truth that i refuse to be a man about/girls come/girls go/some mean it/but most leave/this door has no lock/which is convenient for those thieves/if we had happiness figured out/where would we go tonight?/and if we get along now/we'll have nothing to show for our fight/if there's too much business on the docket today/i'll take the bypass/this is my album, my lyrics, my pen, and my pad/it's understood that you and i react in rash ways/welcome to the 7 habits of highly effective ashtrays/church members, family and friends are furious that i fucked you/i walk around with a smile/they're curious what i'm up to/but they don't know these floors i walk/and they don't know this bed i sleep/i pray the lord saves their soul/cuz the rest i plan to feed...