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oh, boy, tonight is a bad night.

tonight is a night i am very very glad i have no cellphone.

you will have to make up for so much because what is happening to me right now.

its the worst because at this moment, you love me- you are sitting at home thinking about me, good wholesome thoughts about a good wholesome girlfriend.

but oh, boy, tonight is a bad night.

it is time to be the me you will never understand and never love- come.  come!  (watch as the transformation occurs under this coaxing medium)



Ancient wisdom pours from hands outlined in neon phosphorus,

I see girls with dark lined eyes dancing with shaking hands,

I see earth in droves hauled up from below, I see civilizations that have been buried, I am civilizations that have been buried,

I am Virginia Woolf walking to the river and I don't regret coming home.

You will never, ever know me.

Remember this, boy.

I will never let you get close to me and hurt me again!

I will never let myself get close to me,

but remain in a realm of unknowing, of haze,

of asking myself questions and letting them echo in

an empty head until they die out or I die out.

What did it mean that I gave up so much in so little time?

(what, what what...)

Will I ever come back and be normal again or will I still be here on this page, fucked up?

(Will I?  Will I...)

HAVE I LOVED TWICE?

(I don't know, I don't know.)



Hats off to the braincells in the back row,

they are laughing, and it feels good to know.

Someone can still laugh at me, even if its

the rejects who burnt themselves out on too much pot.

Hey, I gotta love them, they are all I've got!

Hey, I am the civilization that was buried...

you just can't study things like me anymore.

You can't know me; you can't love me.

So sit in the back and watch me dancing with the rest of

the old, ugly men who are the only ones interested.