twisted mop. The face of Jesus in my soup Those sinister dinner deals. The meal trolley's wicked wheels. A hooked bone rising from my food. And all things either good or un-good And the mercy seat is
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Lights are out, blinds are open. Everyone sleeps my eyes can't close them. Think about endless roads. That lead to empty landscapes. All I see are power lines. Monotony no stranger to me. Monoto