Chaotic brain
What am I thinking about?
What's the fucking sound out?
Lift upside down
She is come to pass
Work is hard
Work is not SEGA
'shut up boy! That's a good idear to chock your head! '
Or you shoot my head
Or you give me novocaine
That I can feel better that to breath the stink air
'am I standing right? '
I can't work it out
I can't work it out
Should I work it out?
I can't work it out
It's 0: 23 now, What's your idear?
'hey man, tell me the nearst bar.'
poem by Old Amsterdam
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