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When The Paranoias Come For Me I'll Be Gone acrylic on bedsheet

Ain't no way they're gettin' me. I've seen your white vans parked down the street, or driving around town. I know that you're watching me, listening, even though there's nothing I could be talking about that anyone would care about. It's just the leftovers from being raised knowing that "Big Brother is out there, somewhere." Well, I'll tell you this. When they send their G-Men, their flatfoots and strongarms out to come find me, I'll be cleared out. No hint of where I went, and nothing left but empty bottles, a stripped matress, and dried paint drops on wooden floors.