the splatter effect seemed tastelessnas they cleaned the walls and floornthe judges all were facelessnas they hid behind the doornthe rules were never outlinedndoes this mean I'm outside the law?nmy stomach is sinking fastni've been here beforennfast enough i shall wound itni'll know when it's overnideas and componentsncriticism's burdennncarping on the obviousnwill soon go out of stylenyour love for nostalgianmakes me go the extra milenmy campaign for officenhas been raging for some timenbut the nameplate, on the doornstill says your place not minennfast enough i shall wound itnlet me breathe 'til thenni'll know when it's overnon that you can dependnideas and their componentsnneed not be set in stonencriticism's burdenni can bear alone