I was waiting for you to call when I noticed it: I'm feeling dead again.
And on the mezzanine that falls between the L and the M,

there was a couple, and they were making out.
You ask me, they could've looked a little harder.
They would've found themselves a room.
It's September. It's time to start packing away those things.

Here's the smile that I'll impress upon my face.
Here's the empty cup I'll take and I'll call half full.

We resort to relying on automata when we cannot rely on other people;
we rely on other people when we cannot rely upon ourselves.
And here's the commodification of religion!
And there's the commodification of death!--

Jesus Jesus Christ! When did Weird Weird Chess become a machine?

And all these cold and sterile electronic records standing in for present warm wet love--
the vagueness I can't get rid of----
I want to, but I still can't force myself to want it badly enough---------