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Everyone's pointing fingers at me. Pointing so many fingers that i can't even make out from whose hands those fingers are coming from. I bet they can't either. I bet those fingers got pointed at me so much, they have a mind of their own now. They point out of reflex. It's like they zap me when they point! So much passion, they're like James Brown fingers! And those fingers made friends with others every time they were pointing at me...so they started mating and started having little baby fingers, which grew up into great handsome stallion fingers, who follow the same process their parents followed, so they never stop coming. But there's so many now that there's a new problem: stray fingers! The pointing digits started over"fingering" (populating) my spectrum so now it's anarchy. There's so many fingers pointing at me that i just cannot tell them apart anymore, i think they're starting to get entangled. Well...let them! Let them tie themselves up in knots and not know why they're pointing anymore, i can't do shit about it, i can't disentangle them. Cause everyone's disappointed in me. Everyone's disappointed in me...(and so on..)
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