Filthy Lucre
Mary Jane Kelly
So this is where we have ended up?
Bathing in the white noise that fills the air around us, til it chokes the life out of us, til it breeds its children inside of us.
They sold us short just before they sold our souls.
They boiled us down to a model on a chalkboard. How much more will it take until your down here with me kicking and screaming?
I'm starting to lose my mind and I'm blaming you this time.
There's only so many ways to breathe air in this place and I can't seem to get the hang of any one of them.
I'm sorry, but I've tried pretending and dissembling and every time i succumb to wishful thinking.
Your message is clear it just doesn't make sense. We are all doing wrong, but it's nobodies fault?
All of our cures are just causing disease and despite what we think we aren't entitled to anything, let alone happy endings.
I'm sorry...
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