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Promises broken from but meagre words a sloppy drunk grin sociopathic slur. In my dream you were a cage dancer I had lost my wallet couldnt find my heartbeat You were laughing, your hips swaying to the music. The snakecharmer was behind me I couold not see him You said that you loved me. Then you were holding a glass of red wine. You told me how I could stay as long as I wanted. But there are daggers in your eyes too so I often I wonder, what you would look like staring down the barrel of a gun. Maybe I could change your mind about a few things.
Repair module activate sentient digital sentence. swing about your preferences a circular saw, steady, spinning, suspended by a necklace of razorwire and bones, bricks, concrete with eyes. this child, darker skin and yellow hair, our parents, lost in battle. we hear them inside the seashell; our houses made of matchsticks, broken glass bottles, gold dust and discarded sperm.
stranger things have happened, raspberry red coloured/flavoured fermented beverage rough hair grey gristle/ ribs show through with god as my witness/ your witness my feet are growing and i'm falling off/the edge, I can't stand up, can't stand alone. Degenerate songbirds are collecting acient ashes of grass seeds young men no shirts arms bare chests proclaiming varied colourful cultural signposts personal statements aesthetics they hurl empty beer bottles at a passing road train -> mind without end <- bourbon whisky fuels their sugar high visions of the city cigarette butts like so many obliterated bad memories concrete steel i cant see anything intoxicated i am a all singing executive sponge so scrambled not of this world...

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