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let
blood
leech the evil humors from inside
jenny called from harlem, and she says the therapy is working good
if she doesn't go back inside she's gonna kill herself, she said she would
because her mind
catches on fire
i just said that thing about the leeches because think
1000 years ago is as an hour to a blink
if jenny understood that it could drag her from the brink
before she sinks

i can't
grasp
how they went on living till they'd die
and knowing all the time, and getting sick and blind but going on with life
talking to themselves inside their heads and wandering without a guide
passing time
watching it fly
oh i know their ignorance won't absolve them their crimes
and they'd disdain the order we achieved inside our minds - i'm
only saying wait to cast your stones until you've tried
the Outside

une
due
twa cat sank sice
7-8-9
sometimes i get to ten before i gasp and resurface inside the the Hive
sometimes i sit for hours like a stranded man behind enemy lines
full of fear
and under fire
and when i'm out of Artificial and i'm sitting by myself
i can't help but realize why she'd want to hurt herself
sitting with your thoughts all alone in your room
in the gloom
of your personal tomb

put
the
art in artificial, laugh and cry
jenny shakes her head, leans away looks out the window with a sigh
i throw my cup of coffee at the wall and say it might work if you'd try
but her mind
catches on fire
and its not my job to put out fires or fix what can't be fixed
dripping down the drywall and a quiver in her lips
i swear this is the last time, plug back in and take my hit
and a chorus of gulls and the wide muted roar of the foam crested surf caressing the shore
and the water is violet and the sands neon green
with an updated whale patch and extra caffeine
in the air and a chair made of hands from the sand rise to greet me and ease me the seagulls
start singing my praises compliance is order and unity saves us so why do i sympathize with those we must leave behind?

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from still talked about the war, released February 10, 2017

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