The body huge and weak can hardly speak it's had coffee sugar and fat it's had sleep it came from somewhere lithe it's gone without sleep and food for weeks it was stronger the hands to play the violin barely manage to operate in unison the marionette doesn't respond more sawdust syrup don't help the body slumbers in a maze of gorilla glue and balsa dreams
Muscles stretch the shirt and rip the pants the shoes lose their stitches and skin between toes grown together makes a pungent jelly that's breeding
Hair still comes in thick just not atop brain ready to create about three hours per day go ahead and kick me I'm tired of caring other than misplacing my immortality
Eat away the isolation get a few pounds fat the soul hoists a surrender hankie greed prevails get in line the minerals go back to market cheaper than never now we know says the hat that has fits.
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