look at the worms, out on the lawn. waiting for rain to get their sex hex on. strike up a match, pass the baton. the fire is lit for some lines to be drawn.
look at the birds our on the quad. pecking and poking each square foot of sod. pull up the worms, tear them apart. like dinosaurs, they're not that smart.
i am not, admittedly, the best person to be questioning history. it's a habit, automatic. i have not been listening, a self study draws a page of complacency. it's a habit, automatic. i have read about self help. i think that i can help myself. it's a habit, automatic. cold blooded, charismatic. reptilian, democratic.
said you want it, then you got it. now you can't run away from it fast enough. it's a habit, automatic. just in time to turn the cameras off.
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