[9:23 p.m.] : [2001-05-05]
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he could have tuned in, tuned in, but he tuned out a bad time, nothing could save him alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out he got up out of there, ran for hundreds of miles he made it to the ocean had a smoke in a tree the wind rose up, set him down on his knee a wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw, delivered him wings, "hey look at me now..." arms wide open with the sea as his floor he floated back down cause he wanted to share his key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere but first he was stripped, and then he was stabbed by faceless men, well fuckers...he still stands
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