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HEAD ON A SWIVEL
Any moment now . . . disappearing. I'll be one of the ones that disappears.
Clampdowns live-tweeted from 50 or so separate vantage points. I file that away.
You can understand the density of the mirrors with their polyglot temperatures in the middle of Hell.
A blurred impression of an ilk could get you thrown into the path of a thresher.
If they can chomp through titanium, they surely can chomp through you too.
I can't presume this new monsoon season ringing between our ears isn't entirely something else.
I guess we're too in tune with too many things that go vroom vroom.
Any moment now . . . disappearing. I'll be one of the ones that disappears.
I did not exist in the minds of the solipsists exhaling the nature of the guillotine.
I'm thinking your morals might be just like a wizard sleeve: the image of totality's impossible.
I can't presume this new monsoon season ringing between our ears isn't entirely something else.
I guess we're too in tune with too many things that go vroom vroom.
Maybe like back in the day with Pinochet, or just like a snowflake that's melted away.
Keep your head on a swivel and your eyes peeled.
Keep your eyes peeled and your head on a swivel.
Disappear. Any moment now . . . disappearing. I'll be one of the ones that disappears.
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