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Find myself horrified by modernity maybe I really am getting older the words we say those plastic smile delinquents with too wide eyes maybe all too well and I’ve lost myself to it the vodka no longer does protest and the butter smooth that doesn’t seem to mind the hour of the day asbestos mouth and flint stoned feet with hands like a saw mill vice if they let me rot I will you never really get old till you start cruching on asprin with black coffe at 3am not thats its what old people do all ways just lead further into the woods I’m up I’m up I scream to no one in particular alarm clock is in pieces on the floor and I’ll need to patch that dry wall add it to the list