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WE‘VE SET THE BAR SO HIGH NOW, FARTHER THAN ALL OF US CAN GO. WE ARE BABEL, AND THERE‘S NO GOD TO PUT US IN OUR PLACE. THE WEAK ARE FALLING OVER, UNDER EVERYONE‘S RADAR (UNDER NO ONE‘S RADAR). IRONICALLY, HOWEVER, FOR NOWADAYS WE ALL ARE GLASS.
HERE I AM, TORN INTO PIECES. SUNBLINDS AND TILES. THE END. THE TIP OF A NIGHTMARE. BORN INTO, DYING IN. FOR FATHERS AND GOWNS. A PLATEFUL OF PERSONHOOD, DISPOSSESSED, BIT BY BIT.
CAN WE TAKE THE LIGHT OF SOMEONE AND NOT LOSE OUR OWN? WE TAKE EVERYTHING WE CAN, EVERYTHING WE CAN. CAN WE TAKE THE LIGHT OF SOMEONE AND NOT LOSE OUR OWN? AND THEN, WHERE IS THE DIFFERENCE, TELL ME, WHERE IS THE LINE? TELL ME HOW THIN IT IS, AND WHO ARE YOU TO DRAW IT? OR PAY SOMEONE FOR IT.
DOES THE PAIN FOR PLEASURE IDIOM REALLY WORK FOR YOU? BECAUSE IT NEEDS TO WORK FOR SOMEONE, IF IT DOESN‘T WORK FOR ME. IT NEEDS TO WORK FOR SOMEONE, IT REALLY NEEDS TO WORK FOR SOMEONE
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