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Computercrash, blue screen appears, I'm ripped out of my
daily lies and step away from this vivid light. Now that I'm
awake I think of things I should've been thinking of all my life
and I don't understand and I don't really know, what is
going on in this world today? What's the news and did I
get it? And my boredom makes me think of things that I
usually tag with 'just forget it' and I feel the urge to have
you here and touch me there, lower, higher, south, north,
two-dimensional, three-dimensional, right through the
bones and the soul, whatever, at least it's better than
never. And now that you're late, I can't really blame you,
because you filled up a space that I hated to frame with
my mouth and the words rolling over my lips as if I was
born to cover up my own unusual kicks, when I roll down
the floor, down the street of this town. Don't you feel
abandonned, it's just getting you down, that I'm
replacing that perfume which used to be real bad but
you got used to the stench and it became a good scent
and now that it's gone, you are just a little done with
living a drag, but I can't help it, seriously,
I want you back...
