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Since I got on my motorcycle.
I just want to throw something away.
It’s raining in every direction.
I don’t like heights.
Keeping things sober doesn’t work.
Nylon raincoats are useless to me.
Now I’m a half-slug.
What’s the difference between that and a snail, you ask?
I can’t get my neck into my chest.
The original didn’t work.
I want to throw something away.
Like throwing a stone.
From the ground to the sky
Something clever is controlling me.
It doesn’t help to throw something away.