On Loneliness
The middle managers are lonely.
They have no big and slow ideas.
But as this bad math business reminds me,
I specialize in loneliness.
Our modern culture is winter in kindergarten.
And you are the older child.
The neccessary social skills and the lonely girls, sitting together.
You find your mind on the beauty of their feelings.
If it wasn't for technology, I'd die of loneliness.
Long as an erection, loud noises, loud noise.
Loud noises, loudness, louse, love, love, love.
It's a computer, look, even lonelier.
With full text and bright metallic colors.
Text messages, exploitation, sex industry, exploitation,
No pot lucks, parties, or movie nights.
The isolation was pleasant, buisnesslike.
In adults, loneliness is notorious.
Would-be mothers who would jump directly.
Suppress the symptoms, they can be overcome.
I just stumbled across the horns,
Sometimes I wish it'd go away, so . . .
The fact that the phone calls were purely platonic,
Is helpful to inspire libidinous thoughts.
And let the thoughts come panting around.
I am the lull in loneliness lyrics,
You are the colors of the lives in feelings.
Lyrics as correct as possible.
I know how I turn . . .
In the storm-hit areas of a girl,
Depression sometimes gets channeled in love.
Now our seperateness dawns upon us.
Give me those smoldering angel rainbow robes of loneliness!
