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my lips are dry and my head is running a mile a minute, i've managed to run over the parking meter and destroy the front end of this vehicle of a death trap but i'm still running with my foot on the gas. the microphone was lowered from the ceiling and as i lay there on the carpet, i could feel the carpet beginning to suck me into the ground. i saw myself being pulled down past the hardwood floor and through levels of concrete, i saw my ankles chained down with a thousand pounds of gold plated weights and my shins were ruptured from the beating i took with large chunk of cinder block. i made an attempt to get up and i was hit in the chest by a man carrying a canister of helium and a bag of money. he poured the tar all over me, followed by the bag of money, i was tarred and cashed out. that smell, i can't get it out of my head, the black sickness seeping into my pores and i'm probably swallowing a large amount of it, i don't really know anymore. i rubbed my eyes, the blackness all dulled away and i was left with spots. i saw the other kids rubbing their eyes too. "did they see what i saw?" did they dream what i dreamed? was i riding this pretend dreamboat down a stream of piss that was going to empty into a great big giant toilet and then i would really know this is the place we call earth? or would i eventually get to where this river ended? maybe in someones colon? it was uncertain where or what or even how i got to get to a point, i did regress, and i am regressing as we speak, but even though i have no clue what year or time this is, i'm figuring this bitch out. because that's what we do, we figure shit out. it's human