brown boxes climb my walls.
lock me in.
mass produced, but never ending.
browns boxes lock me in.
I break and smash and throw you away,
like lemmings you die and again pile high.
brown boxes
brown boxes shall be the death of me.
life in a warehouse
I chose a really bad night to check out your blog again since I have a lot a lot a lot I need to do, but I'm excited for when I do have time to go back and read all those posts. I'm glad you kept up with it. And I'm glad you don't work at a warehouse anymore.
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