Branden Ocon (10-12-1993 / California)
A trigger of a monkey sensation:
Lie's, lie's lie's
Darting back and forth playing catch-up with the lie's
Pounding sensations in the chest make one uneasy...
Despite preparation with a solid layer of lie's it's as if the truth is a clear polish over the ball of shit.
Feeling tightened by encircling laughs, any movements in the room sets paranoia.
Down a pill to calm the mind, this monkey life may be difficult yet.
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