Mrs. Giggilibilgky’s Absolute Perfect Afternoons
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Life was such a problem & a worthless thing within your mind /
6-x5-010-x6-5-000-x9856-xx0090xx/ & in death is life & you need to be happy & you need it to satisfy your needs / 01110x95/ & you hear voices & you see things & your psychiatrist tells you they don’t exist but you see them still / you hear them still & they tell you “09595-77xx00” & “this is not real” & you don’t wanna believe them but they argue pretty well so you cry and your dog gets nervous for he doesn’t know what to do & he tells you “do not worry” but you can’t hear him / you can only hear’em & you can’t stop crying so you drink every night ‘till you faint & you call it “your little death of everyday”.
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& the things you see now they sound alright but alright is not enough for you anymore / primordial disenchantment inherent in time & time is just a concept that Mrs. Giggilibilky created once in a boring afternoon / she discovered what most of us hated & the flashing people were all caged & you think you will never be one of them & you bound yourself to watch them being falsely perfect through the mirror.
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