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I'll make the rounds for the last time tonight
vist some friends you might say

wish they gave me a gun
(shudder)
i hate the ones who are still together
its like they look into my soul
they're hatred filled eyes

its not my fault i'd say
if i spoke to "their" type
i prefer those who are so far gone
like larry

"Hey larry"
you fucking idiot.
"larry thinks he's a parrot."
go ahead larry, say, larry wants a fucking cracker

i wonder what its like to feel happy
and have this insatiable urge
to slam your head repeatedly into a wall

i should ask greg
that's his favorite activity anyway
i should help him, help him ENJOY himself a little more
i could get a little payback from the days when he still had a mind