thinking about the bank vault

i remember what i stashed in there - maybe it would have been good to forget, but i'll never know - banking on this, banking on that - in service to the pharaoh's good intentions - good substrate credit rating vacant eZbreathe - can i make this a beacon of mediocrity and say that tired stagnation is not something to be envied, even when enduring the most dire consequences of hedonistic dialectics? doing nothing, nothing to do, doing nothing, oh, shouldn't i be doing this and that? hey, body thetans, take this golem model for a test-drive, his characteristics aren't getting much mileage

i tell ya, there's no soul in this mudhole, the sunshine don't synthesize it - i wonder if the banks will lend me money for self-destruction - damned if you do, who do, voodoo? damned if i don't, might as well rack up more debt to be destroyed - i wish i could extricate myself, the streets are paved with rock candy, slippery, i can never get far - i guess i'll lie down again, eventually chat with the bedbugs, eventually