Wrote this on this date back in 2003.
3 walls turning clockwise
fan above churring slightly
smiles of wonder breathe smiles of deceit
calls on tuesday, yells on wednesday
hands reaching out for providence
anger moving blood toward electrical shock
gasping in a bed of chaos
Mr. Greentoe holds your secret code
love of self becomes your insulated drug
your playing CHANCE
your playing CHANCE
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