thirty-something fucking degrees
shambling around dazed and spaced
there’s a cringing feeling at the top of my head
can’t quite precisely pinpoint
the feeling of an assassin’s tranquilizer dart,
up I go and request to myself,
more dispirin please.
shambling around dazed and spaced
there’s a cringing feeling at the top of my head
can’t quite precisely pinpoint
the feeling of an assassin’s tranquilizer dart,
up I go and request to myself,
more dispirin please.
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