my heart is an empty box of pizza shapes and dip a half ten dollar bill in the extreme useless cigarette without a light almost but not quite frustrating abundance of guilt without compassion or love my

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Falling over backwards Just to stand up Killing time Standing in line Jumping to conclusions Not missing a beat On the wagon Travelling north Looking sideways Hastening quietly Breathing deeply From a

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creek inn pick me up vomit carpet boo hoo blue bell iron hill breads and spreads no more chocolate root and branch el fajita Phoenician wine bar irish stew root down to the core of the city of steel the

Marketing memes Mimes origination Mortgages cost Cots sublimation Eat the poor Health care Smoking gun Chewing gum Walking dead Lost souls Courting prisons Propping guards Railing rallies Women marching

the slow train lurches across the iron bridge I see dark clouds shroud the industrial zoned estate feel chill winter take the summer ghost from within my tattered jacket the babe in arms passenger mother

I'm in bed half asleep and it's past 3am I'm thinking of all I've done and nothing inspires me to continue with this waste of timeless non-existence in a void as dust particles buried somewhere troubled

what is the point of working hard obeying laws mowing lawns fitting in? when society proves to be just a bunch of arseholes with guns getting what they want

i felt lost in my civilization and i felt plagued by my history i went mad beneath the hammer of an iron forged dollar frenzy of gruesome waste and left the void to find my senses in wildlife sanctuaries

i got out of a car into the rain down a driveway to a door and all i saw was my house and i walked inside noticed pictures of me and a wife i couldn't tell where or when it all just seemed so weird to

in an obscure corner of nowhere I believe l am living like every action affects as if somehow I am more than an unnecessary additional ephemeral dot not noticeable but in the squeaks I make as I break