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Fervent dull night smeared in sticky thick boredom paste
Swerving cars outside the window geared to go back from B to A
Droning faint sound of generator humming its one note serenade
Of cyanide poison. The poison seeps in the entity slowly
The waiting to depart, the waiting, waiting, hating, hating it's
grating
Stooped over paper writing, writing, biting, biting back all the
mess
The junk piled up inside rotting, rotting, squatting, squatting,
squatting down
Paralysed paranoia tinged memories skulking, smelling, stinking
in
Inside the body is mainly beyond nothing, a pulsar bleeped out of
energy
It just sort of drifts onward non Christian soldier walking to the
end
Bombed out, up, in, down, they all wonder why I always frown
Can you do a smile? What point is there making a 'n' into a 'u'?
Do you want to change those letters of the alphabet? I don't.
Don't.
I raise the negative and down with positive, I'm positive I'm
negative
Black and white curled film with miniature shadow souls in action
It does not show the inside where the 'real' self quakes in
traction
No. not, don't, can't, won't, mustn't, didn't, haven't, I'm afraid
not.
Are we all out of hope yet? Hope was hung by a rope and faith fell
away
Bludgeoned to charred little blasted pieces of hate by events in
life
When you have a fraction to start with it fractions further
reaction
The same is tommorrow, yesterday with a different date, how I
hate
Those who proclaim that the future is bright and full of promise-
bull
Future is past, present but with more silver suits and light moon
boots
Space race quicken pace all keyboard I'm bored today I'm bored
beyond.
In bed at night, in the strong sunlight, in the bath, doing math, walk
the path
In a seat the statue of me, when I sat for my wasted Bachelors'
degree
Staring numbed well thumbed old worn book of life is f*** when I'm
kicked punched
Eating lunch, mechanical do the motions get sick of blink, blink,
think, think
jasmine maddock
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