Monday, May 28, 2007


Pressure, I can feel the pressure in my brain.
And the pain in your chest grows from day to day
as you hear the news of the world.
Information my head is full, full to the brim
and overflowing.
Control my urges, control my worries,
control, control, dissolve.
Ritalin my love, why have you dissolved me.
And the New Age you want is only
a front for the evil prince of this

Post Modern Ritalin 2001

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