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I'm blinded just from fucking words.
No toilet roll will shield the absurd.
Mouths gather like it's City Auctions.
Dinner only comes from staying alert.
What do I think?
What do I feel?
What do I say?
How do I trust?
Do I stay in?
Do I go out?
How is babby formed?

We all must do it to get through it.

Elon is god. There is a virus.
And it resides inside my brain.
It's A-12 fuelled, yet Luddite friendly,
Promoting pain, mistrust, and fear.

I can't see past the screens that I hide in.

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