-Choking on all my contradictions, need to regurgitate them back up and spit them out and discard them. Need to throw away the key with bodily fluid on it and construct a new one. Fresh new one untainted with perverse and wicked notions.
Then you'll be free right?
Freedom is always so goddamn out of reach
Like trying to get one of those sonofabitch stuffed animals out of one of them blasted machines, yet, I still waste every goddamn quarter I've got. But, I wont let it be phoney or a bunch of baloney, cause life, it ain't a game.
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