How ironic it is to be in the sinus of everything you hate.
I stand there now, it feels good.
To be the only one in advance.
To be so prophetic at this moment.
And flying around their necks the whole time. Yeah.
They stand, long bearded, pathetic, thinking of things black or white. Good or evil. Kosher or non kosher.
You can’t see here the most grayish zone of them all.
It’s sitting right here.
And if I ever turn out like that, shoot me.
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on Friday, September 12th, 2003 at 4:25 pm
