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the light keeps moving on behind the door but inside this insulation its about my finger. i can keep myself whenever i want. though too much of a different bedtime will only make me shake, i dance for bad impressions and to keep nietzsche off my case. to stop answering the phone - to staple your future right now, right here. that's where you'll grow old and if you start making it look good today, it'll look great when you can't even imagine the will to lease or leave.
more specifically - self taught is not impressing anybody when the professor runs himself around until he can't pick up his books and just tells you what he thinks IT is. you just flail around until your heart says its time to stop and you dont dare disobey - like trying to scrape your way back on stage and having one of your nails dragged out. i have to find my own stage.
the name that changes as the place, the body underneath their nose, the face in every crowd around, the eyes that have you glow, the hands and legs that never sleep, the shoes that never shine, the pocket full of jumpy loose ends plate themselves, i dine.
more specifically - self taught is not impressing anybody when the professor runs himself around until he can't pick up his books and just tells you what he thinks IT is. you just flail around until your heart says its time to stop and you dont dare disobey - like trying to scrape your way back on stage and having one of your nails dragged out. i have to find my own stage.
the name that changes as the place, the body underneath their nose, the face in every crowd around, the eyes that have you glow, the hands and legs that never sleep, the shoes that never shine, the pocket full of jumpy loose ends plate themselves, i dine.