Awake because fuck work, that's why.
I'm a rebel waiting for failure.
All these pieces of paper in my pocket.
And only one of them holds a tease.
Nose runs, thoughts run, she runs.
There are actually no feet involved here.
And therefore, no socks.
And therefore, the past needs not to be brought up.
Yes, that's the way.
Remember the lessons, forget the details.
Perfection doesn't exist, but the clay does.
Molding and molding are two different actions.
So ride if you ride, fly if you fly.
Do within your means, and do more than that.
Fuck all the meaningless things,
And make love to the meaningful.
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