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Mechanical mannequins make out in the dimming lamplight that I drink

Night after night, the unlikelihood of a lookalike for true love

Looking at me like this must count for something

My faith dangles on a keychain, I’ll end up on the side of a highway or in the

clink

I’m on my way home. I think dangerously

See, I may or may not push that red button

I am tempted by nothing. I am tempted by nothing

Your eyesight is spilling upon me like a thousand vacuum-packed pieces of

cardboard

Puzzling me more than foreign correspondence that I don’t dare to read

I find it refreshing more than flutes of champagne flat as the notes that I

can’t hit

Shadows must live with their masters, even on the days they forget the recycling

Hey there, I am in need of a bonfire

At least somebody warm enough to be capable of providing me with a light

You can tip toe over the coals and leave my oven over night

There are flammable devices that I’ve sewn into my skin

I am tempted by nothing. I am tempted by nothing

I see through the center of your skeletal system

To the place where you’ve been cradling convection

And I have attempted nothing. I have attempted nothing

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing

I am tempted by nothing. I am tempted by nothing twice

I see your iris hiding a vitamin tablet in place of the pupil

And I have attempted nothing. I have attempted nothing twice

I’ll leave that up to strangers I can blame later for the bad image

I am tempted by nothing

(Men make wallets. Wallets make men.)

I am the operator of a catapult that’s got a coin slot that needs a quarter now,

you got a nickel

Salvation is such a silly scene that I don’t need it

As much as I need to see it happen, just sometimes

Another uncut young stuttering footstep, fear of failure in the opposite of

death

I am petty theft. No big deal. Come steal my attention and run

I’m done with Dodge and got out if only after the days of damnation

That I spent with the purveyors of dirt at the bottom of a bouquet

Let me down with your best lecture, and I’ll promise to remember you fondly

Will you prompt me when it’s time to go on and herald my happiness on intercoms?

I’m uninterested in the babbling dyslexic prose you supposedly programmed in me

I am more concerned by my bad eyesight and the cobwebs I see

I see things like cobwebs

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