'Im smArt eNough to thinK four the Both of uS
aw fuck it...
this and that, that and this, and then what the hell is that?
a gag reflex?
books are quiet sitting among thousand of other books
babble is everywhere in a world spouting confusion
with the wind though, there is sanity
today the wind played a joke on me
i laughed
and the clouds of confusion blew away
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