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confession of a hypochondriac
light as a song, no signs of ugly things i
dream of a cock, it tells me not to worry as i sing along, a dream of seagulls makes
me free as a hog, i´m sometimes dreaming i am lazy, and everything is slow and
old i´m fragment a piece of paper a slice of a cake and i can see through your shoes
i´m on to something, i´m on to nothing i was senseless, i did not feel it i did not see
it, i was too deep in my thoughts i was too defenceless, too white life was secret and
dark, life was watchful as a hawk but i was happy tick like a clock, i get so nervous
over you and the lot, i have to push me so that I fall asleep, and the silence kills
my nerves help me god, you must be joking i´ve get doubts suspicion, but i won´t
show it no i won´t blow it i´ve got list of reasons, for all the treasons and all
compulsions i get dizzy just by thinking of the things that i am hearing and the
things that i am seeing i get live transmissions from the space ship in my closet
but i won´t reveal it so many lies, persuading me to open my blue eyes, temptation
knocks me as i hear the sound of glasses falling inconvenient to laugh, i have to
hold my breath and i can´t concentrate, on the higher cause i can´t do a thing, i
might distract some secret line of actions working underneath the visible to be
inconcievable is much more wiser than to be a fraud
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