Writing Fast Nonsense

Running fast, running from the former bandits, on the coffee ground. Much to — Inspect this element and put your fingers down, my spine, one a night light this.
I can’t get any sleep, and I fought with the enemy within, horseplaying disease, and I’m paying the price of solitude.
So much older, I’m younger than — And I had something to protect, tears of rage, tears of evil.
Pack up your tins, you ain’t going nowhere. Tomorrows the day. As long as it takes to do this, As long as you remain.
Serves you well, this wheel’s on fire, rolling down the road.

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