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The pet

Once I wished I had a huge wild cat.
Then someone said: "Here. Take that!"
I was so fucking glad. It became my little pet.
But it hadn't been fed. So it bit of my head.
My blood spilled wet, the floor turned red.
But I wasn't mad - not even sad.
I just said: "Well, that's to bad..."
Now I have to stay in bed. 'Cause I have no head.
But I wish I had. To watch my little pet.

Split perception

In your stunning world I may be ill.
But I won't take your paralysing pill.
Instead I endure my frantic mind untill
One day it will naturally stand still.
Out there it's a remarkable psychotic will.
In here it's just an ordinary neurotic thrill.

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