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| bury the fire extinguishers there is more than one kind of paranoia and i get this one sometimes stones on fingers and wrists glittering on rings and bracelets stones in deserts and walls stones in lands i've never seen waiting to explode if i have one false thought that sort of paranoia is a gift there's another paranoia presented as a gift wrapped and shining but you pay you pay you pay and its given to you by strangers with neon teeth looking for a thrill by those who stick their cocks into children and by those who devise less honest forms of rape when the paedophiles come you're free (for a while) and those who give you this paranoia inhabit the delivery room the classroom the factory the welfare office they're in the ghetto they're on the farms they're in the universities and jails they're in those places softened by prayer and they're in they're in..... and they fix you with anus eyes and worm lips move and plant seeds into your future where they germinate and flourish and wait and these seeds claw claw claw onto what you are and paralyse and to those who give this paranoia i say take this gasoline and take these matches (bury the fire extinguishers) |
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