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im livin' with a psychologist these days and ive never
felt so fine ..neways one last old pic of francis and the rest of the old wines...should i  stay or should i go? 

             In utero(credits to kurt cobain)
She eyes me like a pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your Heart-Shaped box for weeks
I was drawn into your magnet tar pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on Angel's Hair and baby's breath
Broken Hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

                              Never mind...who's smiling
 Another one came...another left..another yet to come undone..
   bored are these trees and skies..tired are my legs and feelings..
im not the only though so never mind im the one whos smiling..
  when francis world came out..i wasnt expecting a huge the hype has died down in these few months..sorry guess i have nothing inside of me anymore ..nothing inspirations.//thoughts as dead as my pal francis..
             Am alive and moving on with life thats yet to show me the meaning whats my it to piss u off..or to make u cry././
today i really fully better off listening to Smells like teen spirit than to find acceptance in a world that will never be mine..
         -salim j zothanpuia