i'm practicing my autographs so I can sign my life away with style
to the cliqued-up mouse clickers, to hell with MLA format
i'm giving the game away
you are now entering the danger zone of memory
where we do the grass skirt dance, and the animal yells
and frail elders nod in time
i am in the street and the air is hard, times are hard, sleep is hard to come by
this is the danger zone of the now
i am the dream hoarder, that being said, no i can't spare a goddamn quarter
i'll eventually sign my life away, but not to operate a goddamn motor
when im older, and lose all of your numbers, and rot out my teeth
and i'm not able to get a boner
that's when ill remember, i was born on the 19th of september
under the same sky that provides the backdrop for wherever we go for the rest of our lives
i'll still be the same child burning an ant
condition:megalomaniac
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