What about something angry and inessential
What do we do next I'm talking to you
This is an important social nexus for me
I can't hold a conversation during bodily drift
My exterior dissolves, interior obeying its organization
This the last song, may I or are you your lipstick
I know only two words, soooooooo fragile/lifeless
These muscles are crazy, talking all the time
I need your permission to ask you something
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