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שאנן סטריט

am i still ill or is this post traumatic waste seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face am i ill still or is this post traumatic poison plaguing polluting defying destroying am i still ill or is this post traumatic waste seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face am i ill still or is this post traumatic poison plaguing polluting defying destroying it's like i'm on a drug that distorts perception the other day i called a friend – just to ask a question didn't pick up at home, tried his cel. again no answer i knew immediately it meant he was diagnosed with cancer or a couple of other friends of mine who told me not too long ago that their son's got a cold- a runny nose – all the time they're dying to know what crazy virus this is – and i know it's not a virus at all, it's the mutant cell and they're both about to fall just where i fell every stomach ache i hear of, every cough, every new freckle means another sorry sucker ain't gotta worry about shekels because he now faces hardships on a much larger scale make all the shit he's been through seem pretty pale n' pretty soon he'll be poisoned, chopped up with knives hopelessly hoping he'll somehow survive am i still ill or is this post traumatic waste seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face am i ill still or is this post traumatic poison plaguing polluting defying destroying am i still ill or is this post traumatic waste seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face am i ill still or is this post traumatic poison plaguing polluting defying destroying i've also been thinking about the sex life you had how many guys were there at all? shit like that i could probably find out, i think ask your girlfriends or brother two who knew more about these things because when you were around i couldn't bring myself to listen but now i want to find out before it's all too distant since everything about you is now past i sometimes have an urge to get more knowledge fast save as much as i can in a special memory bank have a designated hard disk treasure chest fuel tank on a kitchen shelf like a cookie jar calling a kid then when it's enough i can just shut the lid so how many guys fucked you? 2? 3? 4? 4's enough you were young i hope it wasn't more… well actually fuck it! i hope there were ten it's not like you'll be going at it ever again. am i still ill or is this post traumatic waste seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face am i ill still or is this post traumatic poison plaguing polluting defying destroying am i still ill or is this post traumatic waste seizing my stomach blowing smoke in my face am i ill still or is this post traumatic poison plaguing polluting defying destroying and you were the baby girl you were the little baby girl you were the little baby girl who finally appeared after three boys after a dozen years you were the little baby girl the oxygen mask in the choking family structure, but the task of being the one who holds the candle- was simply too much for you to handle playing your role caused you stress that resulted in a cancerous tumor in your chest and now that your life came to its tragic ending i know it's time for me to quit pretending.