The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

June 28, 2010

ok flee me

i'm sick of your being around all the time
all of you get out of here
don't waste a minute i haven't got time to waste
you're just getting in the way of my headache
you're just script kiddies fleeing the big .pl
stupid script kiddies
i'll rewrite your script bring you to a halt
you're brainless not braindead
you won't know what hit you stupid script kiddies


my work is about death
you'll understand it better when you're dead
but then you'll be dead etc. etc.
there's the rub

everything seems to be going away
wonder what's left behind
when you go away you'll never know
when you stay everything's the same

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