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By Stephen Date: 2002 May 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.08.17.36.21468]] |
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When love was like clockwork nature of the genre mattered and it was flee versus tick Competition for my blood was overwhelming my motto in mass, was en masse but now I'm all protoplasm'd out With insignificance a priority virtue flying white streamers on anthills to capture inadequate experience, existence When a purpose in life just to find the Californian sun is ever more far for me to seek To govern lovely victory so conceptually close at hand yet still left in the romantic bleak of it all |