StreamOf(un)Consciousness
I bust the windows out your car
You know I did it 'cause I left my mark
Wrote my initials with the crowbar
And then I drove off into the dark
the barely blue wall and doo-doo brown desk are starting to seem like nature to me.
i dont think there's a world outside of this building. to be honest. i know my boyfriend is "in LA." but probably he's just on stack 7.
that's how reality works in the lib
kinda like field of dreams
except it's a field of nightmares (-IT)
what my brain has gained in corporations tonight it lost in sanity.

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