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- My mind feels like a tin can tirade
- Grimmer than a limb snapped sideways
- I try digging in the pitch black living in the mismatch innards of a zigzag ice age
- Why claim innocence when your mind's dark like tar shines?
- Car lights pass by deep in the dark nights spinning on the filth drench millings of the park life
- Cinematic shark bites
- Knee deep creatures struggle in the bog land
- Neck high horses summer in the sport stands
- He speaks evil
- Dreams of the boondocks
- Teeth sink deep in your porcelain wounds
- What's left in your closet? Aside from the stench of the flesh from the eight dead bodies? One life left best start running
- Silence is golden but please say something - Primed for a voyage
- Splats on your windscreen
- Wishing wells brimming with Bavarian mincemeat
- Lasers and aphids
- Locusts and slipstreams
- Perverts sitting in a frostbitten daydream
- Watching the wastage
- As it pours from the pores of the whores who applaud on the pavements
- We are the people
- Chapters of history
- And this chapter is compost literally
- Compost
- Flopping like a lost dog wandering the constructs following a dump truck awful
- Runners in a non-stop ruckus where the bombs drop promising we're mortal
- Muzzle who you once was cause you're different now
- One face in the midst of a shitty crowd
- one wager away from a winning sound
- One train from the greyness of tinsel town.
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