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get up come on get down with the sickness i got butterflies in my stomache. to hell with butterflies, these are damn praying mantises. i feel sick. 'scuse me sir, do you know where i could find twenty pounds of advil? i'm all drugged up and sick. i'm not scared..just sick. hell, i won't deny how i feel. the world is a scary place. i ain't scared of the dark, i'm scared of myself. the world's a scary place now that i've woken up the demon in me. so scary. and i thought it would all go away if my got myself a life. you know what i am gonna reach the stars. this ain't a pep rally this is cold and real. you watch. i'll get this done. come on get down with the sickness. get up come on get down with the sickness he sauntered in sanguine. cool composed. cool composed. screw that. opaque chasms contracted, watching. observant little boi, ain't he? his mind picked up haphazard bits like pretty broken jewelry that he was trying to fit together. how she bowed her head, how he talked to him, how this one walked. observe and copy it. he tripped along the outskirts. c'mon boi, think 007. nah he ain't tom cruise. he ambled forward toward the centerland,silently. confidently. the sickness is rising don't deny how you feel, boi. scaredy cat. |