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What's the point of converse if it's not engaging and long?
What's the point of learning if you knew it all along?
What's the point of singing if you can't sing along?
What's the point of tasting if I don't taste you tongue?

The chemicals don't make me
I'll just leave the car running in case we flee the sour scene
In finding love worth faking, the offering misdeems

We don't care about how it gets to our mouth longs as it's in our mouth.
Misses Stewart.

I'm a hungry man. A young and thirsty man.
I'm chewin' on his funny money ready steady head, man.
Chew on his funny head. What you want is funny meds.
I wait to stand in robes. And breathe like Buddha Oms.
And be like Rumi sings and see no room for lesser roads.

Я устал от Земли. Люди. Мне Надоело Путаться в Хитросплетениях их Жизней. Они Утверждают, что Трудятся, дабы построить Рай. Но их Рай населен Кошмарами. Возможно, Мир Никто и Не Создает. Возможно, Никто Ничего Не Создает. Часы без Часовщика.
Слишком поздно. Всегда было, Всегда будет... Слишком поздно.

While I am standing still, I prefer the stillness here. I am tired of earth, these people, I'm tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.

They claim their labours are to build a heaven yet their heaven is populated with horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. A clock without a craftsman. It's too late. Always has been, always will be…too late.