i'm clearly feeling restless, and dualistic. maybe it's the one good eye. bring me the disco king...
in the back of my head i hear the screamed word "stop", often, loudly, sometimes repeatedly. it could refer to the actions of others, the actions of me, the summer, the winter, my general lifestyle, or the direction of the entire world. it is insistent.
it is also often ignored.
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