Steering a unicycle with a flat tire and one pedal heading towards a Speed bump testing facility
It's not easy but the B-Side takes over and reason becomes a wet napkin saturated with my tears
Silicones shooting daggers because they can't throw daggers so i Kiss my reason and she tells me everything will be ok
So i compound compounding fractures of my mind and grow over The wounds of incompetence of black rats and wait for the white Ones to carry me away
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