Saturday, April 3, 2010

terrible attempt with a good last couple lines

The totality of misery
envelopes me in a puffy blanket
the alienness of strangeness
guards against familiarity
Do I know you
Do I know you
Do I know you
Do I know you
The sameness of the everyday
All is work and naught is play
I will not play this game today
Life is a price I cannot pay
But hey,
Have it your way
I just watch the door
Turn up the air when it's hot
Sometimes convince myself
Equilibrium is a whore
Worth fighting for

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