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I've got suffering down to a fine art

It' lovely

The muddled puddle of arsenic wine

Do I drink?

Where did the letter Q come from?

I'm a steamy mess

Even in the dark the world sees me for what I am

I hide under covers

Walking around un-amused by lanterns

And cauldrons of bitter shrews

Waiting like a fool

Crazy knowing nothing will change

A fly trying to escape a screen door

It cannot understand why it can't

Human logic, pefection

All abandoned in the latest version

Me 2.0

The broken record.