7 – Beat

“1,2,3,4,5,6,7 All good children go to heaven, those who swear do not go there and 1,2,3,4,5,6,7.” These are the rules of solitaire. This is how we deal our own cards. We chose the hard way, we play alone, but we will never win. There will be no celebration. I pull my knees up to my face, my palms are placed flat against my ears, but still I hear the sounds of the city making me feel dizzy. This vast, vast city made up of little walled up countries. These are lonely days, we’re all afraid of each other. These are lonely days when every stranger is stranger is stranger. There was a man sitting on the bus today talking to the empty seat on his left-hand side. There is no one who is sweet about what they don’t understand. So they all stood far and wide, clinging to their metal bars, sayin’: “i think he’s crazy. He’s crazier than I am, he’s crazier than you are.” 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 Fuck the laws of solitaire. I only swear to reject what should not be. It’s not for shock value, nor do I spike my hair for the petty few who gasp and hide their children. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 – I do not sin by being true. You know that man sitting on the bus today? well maybe he was talking to some unknown gods. Or the past or the future, or some alien creature, or into the vast beyond!? Well, anyway, he’s sees more than you or I do. . .“1,2,3,4,5,6,7 All good children go to heaven, those who swear do not go there and 1,2,3,4,5,6,7.” These are the rules of solitaire. This is how we deal our own cards. We chose the hard way, we play alone, but we will never win. There will be no celebration. I pull my knees up to my face, my palms are placed flat against my ears, but still I hear the sounds of the city making me feel dizzy. This vast, vast city made up of little walled up countries. These are lonely days, we’re all afraid of each other. These are lonely days when every stranger is stranger is stranger. There was a man sitting on the bus today talking to the empty seat on his left-hand side. There is no one who is sweet about what they don’t understand. So they all stood far and wide, clinging to their metal bars, sayin’: “i think he’s crazy. He’s crazier than I am, he’s crazier than you are.” 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 Fuck the laws of solitaire. I only swear to reject what should not be. It’s not for shock value, nor do I spike my hair for the petty few who gasp and hide their children. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 – I do not sin by being true. You know that man sitting on the bus today? well maybe he was talking to some unknown gods. Or the past or the future, or some alien creature, or into the vast beyond!? Well, anyway, he’s sees more than you or I do. . .

Argh@#!!
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