Chaotic Brain

Poem By Old Amsterdam

What am I thinking about?
What's the fucking sound out?
Lift upside down
She is come to pass

Work is hard
Work is not SEGA

'shut up boy! That's a good idear to chock your head! '

Or you shoot my head
Or you give me novocaine
That I can feel better that to breath the stink air

'am I standing right? '

I can't work it out
I can't work it out
Should I work it out?
I can't work it out
It's 0: 23 now, What's your idear?

'hey man, tell me the nearst bar.'

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