The everlasting anticipation
eats your philosoulphical heart.
It
doesn't care.
It makes us beasts, you know...
I mean, like this one time, I was in line
for a Phish concert.
It crept up into my gut, the everlasting a...
Ten men died that night, ten men up front, up in my face.
One beast was born that night, one beast died that night.
The everlasting anticipation
eats your philosoulphical heart.
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