I'm isolated.
Stuck in a hazy mist.
Angsty and neurotic.
Dull stabbing pain.
Nauseous and nervous.
Why can't it cease.
Taken a blunt cordless drill to my head.
Lobotomized.
Smoked up and blown out.
Wash it down by chasing the dragon.
Pin cushion.
Black Russian's.
Red Russian's.
Socialism.
Communism.
Anti-capital.
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