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I filled this room with books and madness Peaches and potatoes fuel my hysteria My walls scream of crime and lost word play Paint peels for moments like these all the artist ran for Canada The news suggest chaotic times ahead The sanity service did a clean sweep So this space may fill with normalcy once again But conventional contraptions make me panic So I spit madness into the sink it pools at the bottom Metallic and delicious My ant farm fell into a state of disrepair Little lives snuffed out by my latest episode My plants still shine green only because I fear for oxygen I glued my fridge closed after one too many whisky drinks But I have a back up so I'm not sure of my current state I hide the vices knowing there is more always more I trip across rooftops Chain smoking to displace the sting Avoiding the moon I once took for granted I've seen tides shift I've seen moon fueled strange I love a freak nation My neighbors all think I'm crazy I don't mind because I hate welcome casserole I am an ambassador for insanity and I take that responsibility seriously Still I may be the sanest creature on the block But only I know that....
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
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I filled this room with books and madness Peaches and potatoes fuel my hysteria My walls scream of crime and lost word play Paint peels for moments like these all the artist ran for Canada The news suggest chaotic times ahead The sanity service did a clean sweep So this space may fill with normalcy once again But conventional contraptions make me panic So I spit madness into the sink it pools at the bottom Metallic and delicious My ant farm fell into a state of disrepair Little lives snuffed out by my latest episode My plants still shine green only because I fear for oxygen I glued my fridge closed after one too many whisky drinks But I have a back up so I'm not sure of my current state I hide the vices knowing there is more always more I trip across rooftops Chain smoking to displace the sting Avoiding the moon I once took for granted I've seen tides shift I've seen moon fueled strange I love a freak nation My neighbors all think I'm crazy I don't mind because I hate welcome casserole I am an ambassador for insanity and I take that responsibility seriously Still I may be the sanest creature on the block But only I know that....
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
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