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I guess I meant brain clutter. Like a cluster f*ck too.
Or brain candy, like The Kids in the Hall movie.
Submitted:Apr 23, 2007 Reads: 124 Comments: 4 Likes: 1
To the silly ones
Who make so much nonsense
The ones cackling in the back of my brain
In whirling dervish
Till they all fall down
Intoxicated
Fromtheir own weight
To silly to believe
Or understand
AndI won't let them leave
Even if they would
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