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Conspiracy Too

Pressed shirts And a pretty mouth Laughing like lace and polite Mirrors in every inch of every cocktail party If you feel what im feeling I can relate to you and know you  (your lizard soul) Finger nails being bitten while      (calming your) No one is watching         (core              ) Making a note to send flowers       (your genitals) to the sick     Pushing away the dawn-blue thoughts Of mass agony A stop sign is a stop sign                                   Clutching the noisy pills in a brand new purse Wiping your hand before you meet the love of your life And then some        (When you) I’m trying to turn off                     (escape the) all my mirrors                                (funhouse) I’m stuck in my room                    (mirror) On purpose                                     (hall ) With my Toys’ R’ Us                     (How) Chemistry set trying to come up    (long) With a way to infect the                 (does) Choreographed planet with             (it take you) Asperger’s                                        (to accept the new )            (distortions?)
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Mar 27, 2011
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