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Jett Superior laid this on you on || September 2, 2000 || 2:13 pm

his eyes are red / his teeth are black / when he steps forward / people go back / is that a halo / above his head / oh they say the meek / they walk with angels / they’re a blessed mess / he says why why is it me / i think that’s a poor sentiment / your own damn misery / is it so peculiar to loathe yourself / well we all step over / the line they call dignity / he blinks at my surprise / his head is bent / into this doorstep i / walk over him to get inside / that kid is not alright / and everything about him / smells like pain / his eyes are bruised from looking in / he looks into other people’s lives / they exclude him / he thinks that god is calling him up / up on the phone / but when he picks up / the receiver there is no one home / there is no one home / there is no no one home / he blinks at my surprise / his head is bent / into this doorstep i / walk over him to get inside / the kid is not alright / he’s a waste of my time / he’s a waste of my time / he’s a waste of my time / he’s a waste of my time / he blinks at my surprise / his head is bent / into this doorstep i / i i i walked over him / i just went inside / that kid is not alright / he’s not alright / he’s not alright / he’s not alright / and everything about him smelled like pain…..

//Talking To Animals, “kid is not alright

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