Im sorry dad.
I'm a fuck
I'm a liar
But you brought me up
So you fucked up
Kill the centuries
Forget how that time moves
Slide in the future
With a little attitude
Turn up the sound
Forget. Forget.
When it all goes down stairs
We will all know.
Cry slowly, so you can still breathe
Then let it go.















Comments
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Who is the form, following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
I can see that.
Im not questioning your powers of observation, im merely remarking on the paradox of asking a masked man, who he is.
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