The house become smaller and smaller.
It shrinks day after day.
Soon, it will be nothing more but a little box, barely visible, barely audible, ready to go down into the void.

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(one time)

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Anyway, I don’t care, I only live in the basement, in the office.
I got the sofa, two bolts on the door, stuffs to stay the distance in the drawers, so before the other places contract I have so room to manoeuvre.
I have my best days ahead of me.

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(one time)

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When I got scared, it was for the dog.
He didn’t skrank.
I feared that he end up by breaking the house and finding myself outside.

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(one time)

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Anyhow, the dog is dead since thirty thousand five hundred and six cigarettes.
In the end, everything is all right.

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(one time)

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Honestly, outside... no thanks.
Outside there are eyes examining you from everywhere, from every angle.
And from above, always.
I know it, I just read it on a website this morning.
But I got the trick, I’m not conned.
The king cannot being check if he remains behind the rook.
They won’t get me, I’m not going out.

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(one time)

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Though the compensation is that everything is shrinking before my very eyes.
Everything is reducing, decreasing, toughening.
But it could be worse.
Everything but the check to the king.

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(one time)

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Besides, I’m saving the funeral service’s fee, I’m going to simply disappear !
Free !
Steal !
Not a single coin to those grasping !
Of course, there’s no one to tell me it’s smart, no !
When it’s about scraping me, there’s a lot of people !
Well they’ll see the stroke of genius !
Ah !
I’ll have a made to measure coffin.
My house, my battlefield, my gravestone.
I’m a hero.