Another Rushmore

Eyes that cut into the granite of his face, not a hair out of place. walk this way to the end of the day take five for a smoke a joke the tales we tell and sell me the contents of your leather valise. knife crime? loved ones can’t wake ’em when they’re taken, a…

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The employment syndrome

I don’t mind if you get fat off me as long as you don’t take that from me which makes me who I am. talk to me about anxiety, and that just puts the knife in me. When does depression become one more obsession? is it a a case of OCD? or is it me…

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