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[Everything: milo] Sometimes I walk home with a scarf on my face I don't have leprosy but I'm feeling out of place I'm not really much of a small talker Made a Faustian bargain with a group of ball bloggers I'm all over your plasma screen And I'm so confused, is this a lucid dream? I can stare at a Rothko painting With my mind's eye when I'm at Shopko paying Too much money for Amy's Chili in the green can Fear is silly and I don't need a wing man I don't wear a beaded rosary An effective form of therapy is shopping for groceries I'm paraphrasing Freud when I say that I maybe ought to make much noise when I play back These raps I made with a tape dispenser and 8-track March 3rd: I went a whole day without crying And I wrote it in my dairy I nearly broke my mental cargo vessel pondering piety I pressed my face against the drab, cold tiles Whenever I get lost in the cat toy aisle On the verge of a panic attack I brought myself to the grocery store On the verge of a nervous breakdown I brought myself to the grocery store On the verge of a panic attack I brought myself to the grocery store On the verge of a nervous breakdown I brought myself to the grocery store I'm not trying to say I don't know up from down But somehow my internal thermometer doesn't function now I was so afraid to be outrageous Then I meditated under an awning in Las Vegas And led a small rebellion of Pawn Stars and lost ravers From mars directly to the nearest cost saver On the verge of a panic attack I brought myself to the grocery store On the verge of a nervous breakdown I brought myself to the grocery store On the verge of a panic attack I brought myself to the grocery store On the verge of a nervous breakdown I brought myself to the grocery store
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