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join us, ye, join the sacrament

we learn to do little or nothing

and sit on butt cushions all day

realizing that we are not okay

we are thrown into starry skies

whitehot and pleasantly plagued

pursuing secrets of solace

high on bittersweet dream drugs

if we take enough tequila shots

the world is our gleaming oyster pearl

and life but a puppet play of chaos

spotlights blind us glaringly

even from beyond the purple curtains

the audience doesn't exist

my head spins like a ceiling fan

why am i the only man of me there is?

one feels lonely as a withered whale