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Before you read: My premonition of your decision to compare the new with the old does not matter in this instant. This is unplanned, unrevised mambo jambo straight from the mind of Yours Truly. Pacing…pacing…..OK not much has changed. I’ve rid my body of bacteria that probably never existed. Please hold your applauses. It bothers me the way it bothers you. In two ways. My mind is clearer than ever. Swamp water still burns my nose. No more drugs. Reality comes in the strangest of places. Stolen cars make more sense now. Another day in court makes me wish I’d’ve paid more attention. Money is still the same. Distance doesn’t matter anymore. I still get looks. Ponytails belong on ponies. Fags belong in the Zoo. That’s news. Hope changes and hope changes again. I should have believed the first time. I’m unedited so what you see is me. What you get is a disease. The mind leaves you thinking. It visits you. *winking. Pretty pretty pretty pretty A simple movement changes everything. A flick of the wrist. That’s all. I hate it when I gain focus. God is still in the back of my mind. I’m rotating closer to the light. My father is getting weak. Its partly my fault, mostly his. Relationship is the law. She is the twinkle in my eye. She doesn’t know it but it makes me cry. You wouldn’t notice the difference because its too huge. I’ve stolen nothing this year. F-Fuck Time jumped 23hours and 50minutes backward in 10 minutes. I am Yesterday’s news. And you are awfully beautiful. I miss my friends. Wipe your face. You’re staggering. Refresh. It works like a serial killer. Knees buckle under the bible belt. I guess that’s true. I always want to call the chorus part the other part and visa versa. Careful! I’m subliminal. I learned it from a video game. Now I love toast. Not sure where the cheese came from. I wonder what you are thinking of all this? Are and –ing are more powerful than they seem. For better or worse, this is what comes out. Lyrics are lyrics, opinions are opinions, thoughts are thoughts. Speak through your eyes and you will return to the truth. I can’t wait to be done with practice so I can make everything perfect. Teach me to love and I’ll teach you to preach…..still pacing…..If violets are blue then the earth is square. Geometry is overlooked and undertaught. If you have an idea don’t let shame block the way. Its that time again It is that time again. To go. Artists don’t dwell on artist. Its time again to move along to the next song or whatever it may be. So pack up this inspiration and leave. I am the end of a song. Heart for a heart.