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It’s cold, it hurts, I hate it. It’s tacky, it’s awful, it’s boring
We won’t tolerate anything but pleasant things
We’re machines that just happen to have blood circulating through us
Earthworms, mole crickets, water striders—they’re all killing each other
Thinking they live on solid earth, while they’re really in pet cages of condos

Denials frighten us
So we latch onto tepid affirmations
Since that quickly makes us feel pleasant
What more could we ask for?

You couldn’t even call us “lost” because that implies we have somewhere in mind
We’ve got a talent for disparity and more pocket money than we can handle
I’ve got nothing, so you give me enough to spare of
The recommended kindness, the recommended fun
The recommended killing method

It’s so, so, so cold! I hate it! It’s tacky, it’s awful! It’s nothing
We’re only seeking pleasant things
We’re fucktoys who can also read words
In a daze, we comfort each other and graze until our strings are yanked
Our freeze-dried selves in the shape of humans completely reduced to husks have had their
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Even though my body wants to spit it all up
I can’t spit out anything but the abusive language that’s the first thing in anyone’s head
And so I can’t even be in poor taste right

To think you need a head no matter how much you hurt others!
Jealousy, envy, and the like can’t be sublimated, vomited, or shat out
So I want to pour on the chilly smiles at least
But my dysfunctional mouth can’t make anything other than a straight line
In my hand is a FastPass that will take me as far as freezing to death

I want to rest in peace. I can’t close my eyelids
And I don’t know how to close them
I’m freezing over, still alive, unable to even rot away

Nanana, nanana, nanana...Nanana, nanana, na, no
We can’t desire anything other than pleasant things
Our pipes just make paths to our pet food
In a pitch-black box, only my stomach is empty
Someone, recommend me a way to live, a way to disappear!
Someone, whether you’re an earthworm, a mole cricket, or the recommend function!

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