with the blues- and me which is no good.
and a thick bundle of print-outs, poems.
what are they good for.
what am i good for.
i really don't know.
good night, fcn good night..
i need sleep.
sleep is the god.
i know, i know.
i disobey.
i disagree.
what do you do?
what if we all disagree, who will be different?
if this is to go on, my house will be on fire.
if only i could be dead, i might like to be alive.
what to do-do-do?
i am so blue.
what if i don't mind?
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