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So what is the best way out of here?

Monotony creeps as the predator he is.

Let drama chase him out of the neighborhood with that wiry broom of unnecessary complexity.

This glass house built around the warmth can’t stand the waves. Walls crashing slice lacerations with the sharp wit that bleed pools of remorse scabbed over with time.

A sticky brown film that forms like condescending condensation on the glass of feces force-fed and swallowed down my accepting emotional esophagus.

Just to spew out the common thoughts meant to be regurgitated to the retarded youth.

Will the future feed on my foie gras of bittersweet aspirations?

Only to be outlawed later by some crunchy hypocrites dishing it out and refusing their due share.