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oh, dearest vladimir what did they do to you? where did you go? dosing, controlling; what they deem normal dose me, control me, tame me

he's good i'm convinced that he's good I visited him last night for now, visits will have to do we should stop talking I need space back off

how ya doing barbara? i'm okay how are you barb? oh sucka washing machine's broke it's okay hunny, it's okay; nothing to be worried about it's okay barbara oh, okay, jeeze i love van 11, i'm so excited van number 9 is a hunk of junk i know sweetie it's a piece of...uh oh, oh no you're it, oh shrimp, oh sucka holy succotash van 44 barbara, not van 11 (van sucka 44 barbara) lenny changed it to 44 oh stop it, it's van 11 shut the fuck up nikki, you're fat! barb that's not nice stupid fat nikki barb! please can I buy a snack? you only have 14 cents oh shrimp next time barbs

born to be shackled, I approach the crossroads though I am not one to believe them, I sat and waited by the highway side the tumbleweeds rolled softly into the blankness of the night and with doubt in my mind, he came I thought my eyes deceived me as he appeared between the trees his voice was cold and hollow; with his finger, he beckoned for me that night, I accepted my position as he spoke so charmingly he said he didn't steal souls, he only took what he was given and with the curl of his grin, he out-held his hand

two fingers there’s always two fingers no now there’s three three fingers “look on the bright side, at least when you get a new pair of shoes they never run out”

hurt me to define your growth I will remain nimble and silent to let you stay the love you say; the love you claim to define your growth I remain silent hurt me more

The big man woke up that morning like many times before. “How many hot dogs are in the fridge today?” I'd imagine was a fleeting thought, I could be wrong. He looked out the window to see the van pull up. “Doop dee doop,” said his brother, signing for their transport. They both walked out the door where they were greeted by their chauffeur, Mr. Matthew M. His strong, but gentle hands opened the sliding door of the vehicle and helped them up the steps. “Got boots on?” asked the big man. The chauffeur smiled; he was the strong silent type, much like the big man. “Doop dee doop” repeated his brother. A voice retorted from the back of the van, “Shut the fuck up, Bryan!” The big man lifted his shirt up and down the whole ride, showing everyone the glory of his engorged, grapefruit shaped belly. Soon after arriving at their destination and bringing all the celebrities up stairs, the big man sluggishly went into his respective zone. “We're going on a walk this morning, bud.” The big man didn't like outings. His muscular anatomy was riddled with anxiety when it came to loud noises. He held onto the zone leader's hand as they walked out into the loud unknown world that surrounded the building. They passed by countless intimidated eyes, coffee shops, and record stores. They saw puppies. The big man wondered if they ate. To everyone on their journey, the big man and his followers were like bizarre pictures on a wall, the frames tilted just off-center enough to notice. But I think he just felt the world was tilted and all his pictures were perfectly straight. here comes the big man (the big man)...here he comes... One with the flowers and the babies (big smiles for the big man) I'm not wet

to kneel to a bladed god, we stand in pride with what we've destroyed as all life converges to dust and everything returns as if it never was only the children remain