I wanna fight for the right to screw up my brain
Obstensibly fuscating today's frustrations
For each pounding, throbbing, honey-suckled
Second of delight - a brain damaged lawn tossed
Dart to the decision making process center.
Overload. Theoretical Amputations. If you fear
The light and shun away from it - forever sealing
Your fate. One bright sunny day before all the
Confusion. And it was that, from the dog, we
Learned to stay alive. Soon after that, the
Pus merchants began. Hoarding away on bits
And parcels of old skins off baloney wrappers.
Brigham Young
All is not lost.
Not all is lost.
Not all all all all lost
Are you not all lost -- not all
You are lost, all of you are lost
Note: all of you are lost
All of you
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