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Slit the wrists of the rich.
Tear the flesh from the wealthy.
The drunk requires his blood.
The poor are starved of his body.
Release the cracker.
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I’ve divorced every good idea that I’ve ever had,
I don’t have the strength it would take to be a widow.
But if I did…
I would burn all the bodies and inhale the ashes of the could-have-beens,
and I’d choke on the dusty remnants of potential.
So I’ll commit to living the life of a pariah.
I’ll eventually convince myself that I’ve chosen to take this role.
I’ll get used to systematically losing my friends - ‘cos they’re much smarter than me.
I’ll recognize my mistakes and repeat, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat and repeat ‘em.
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My lifestyle changes aren’t going so well,
but I can say I’m trying.
But I’m still not fucking sleeping for more than an hour each night.
Calm and comfort in my own skin,
are things I’ll never feel again.
Mood improvements at social events are long shots that I fail to hit.
And peace and contentment with friends and loved ones is something that I’ll always miss.
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4. |
Mazeltov Cocktail
03:24
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Mirrors and friends don’t substitute Western medicines.
Figure out the nature of your therapy – or the weight of your dose.
Don’t treat your self-awareness like it’s a fucking side-effect.
Don’t sleep through breakthroughs like they’re hangovers.
We’ll have to rely on something else, ‘cos this shit is not fucking working
It’s “not now…” as we cautiously crawl out of bed.
We’ll have to drink to something different, ‘cos ambition is fucking toxic.
You’ll raise your hand from my hand and now we’re all shit out of cash.
Those ATMs they bled us dry and choked us to death.
You’ll raise your hand from my hand and now we’re all shit out of cash.
Those ATMS they burn our eyes and skin our flesh.
You and me and him and it are the parents of a beautiful problem.
Supporting it with every cent in our weirdly bottomless pockets.
Write a line; tow the line; cut a line; don’t pretend that they’re not mutually independent.
Don’t deny the lifestyle. But fucking respect it.
We’ll have to rely on something else, ‘cos this shit is not fucking working
It’s “not now…” as we cautiously crawl out of bed.
We’ll have to drink to something different, ‘cos ambition is fucking toxic.
- it’s “what now” as we painfully stumble ahead -
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Teenage Teethmarks Durban, South Africa
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justy
dan
josh
russell
ali
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