work, bitch. work.

i lost my focus
of where i wanted to be
so i quit my job.
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a "freak-out" ocurred
more of a "revelation"
if you want the truth.
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"i'm not a machine"
as done by the band black flag
played thru my headphones.
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walked out the side door
without sayin' one word to
one fuckin' person.
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i feel much better
with this heavy fuckin' dread
lifted offa me.
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every fuckin' day
i would obsessively do
the most mundane tasks.
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the folks that work there
are so fuckin' retarded
it makes my brain bleed.
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used all my sick days
& all my vacation days
i made sure of that.
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changes are comin'
ones i think are much needed
LONG LIVE FAKE DADA.
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