real fun,
if you
worship
the thoughts
of other
vain
souls
and
your
own
narcissistic
Id,
for
pop
culture
is a
mighty
whip
on the
ego
slave
ship
on it's
voyage
to
the
island
of
stupidity,
where
all good
wholesome
thought
is dead,
and it's
sailors
have
no
brain
to call
their
own,
and
every
single
day
they shake
hands
with other
hands
of conceit
and the
love
of self,
chasing
the
hot air
balloon
of
egotism
off
a cliff
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