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theres a mushroom cloud outside with a piano inside thats reverberating into the surrounding walls and there are people in my yard without faces looking to see what might occur in the future and i am part of a team and all my players are equal and the desert silence only fuels their characteristics more when i remind them that theyre human just like i am and there are noises sometimes that i cant handle like when your car window is rolled down and the wind is hitting you in the ear with a little too much bass or a voice that’s unhappy but not just any voice it has to have meaning and sometimes i wonder why life implanted a need for likes and dislikes preferences and objections and sometimes i have to be in the right mood to even talk to people or ill be miserable and i am a thief and sometimes i just dont seem to know anymore and i revert back to a state of dependancy but when youve got nothing to depend on shit can get hard sometimes and i know some people who spend their whole lives involved in fucking who theyve fucked how theyre fucking and they talk and judge things and people simply by a superficial thing people say we need and i dont think its terribly important sometimes all thats important to me is getting out of here and taking my muse yeah you some cash and some clothes and becoming a nomad that wouldnt stay in one place long enough to get involved in peoples bullshit anymore and id stand up for me instead of just others and i would start to think that headlights and break lights were beautiful because they meant movement and they meant change and theres a mushroom cloud outside and its so foggy and i might be bleeding from the raining debris and that might just be okay because i wont mind it for long and its beautiful