

no titleYou are just an unfortunate 80s sketch, I hate you, I hate you and yet I hate you. It seems we have always been, like lovers or a plague but I cannot recall The original. The details are no necessity; you were more like a character and life isno title
A fiction novel. And fiction novel is a tautology, but it is no flaw, and even flaws have Their charm. You know where Im heading, you knew it all along but to continue is No harm. You are my favourite fuck-up and I kept you close, but then I always Was a masochist. We perform our parts so well that we have long forgotte


IdentityYes, you are conscious of your thought He and she (but not we) the individuals Collectively live where souls are sought.Identity
Knowledge We know the subtleties of sense of self So we introspect to see our mental health We gather in dim-lit locations with empty Glasses, but the air is full with vibrations Of worthless words and barren relations
Each tone A brain? A neural pathway? A mind? To ourselves we all seem to be blind Am I my influences? My upbringing? Or am I a pattern of As, Ts, Cs and Gs?
Either way I am not myself.


The WishIf I were to wish upon a star, It would have to be the biggest, The fastest, The brightest, the Fittest, Hale's comet would burn me alive, I'd be frozen in space, living on the ice, My wishes would float in it's tail like a list, It's a long bloody list, and it goes like this.The Wish
I wish for a life,
I wish for wealth, All my selfish needs, I indulge upon myself
I wish for a wife, I wish for my health, All my human greeds, Trophies for my shelf.
Would I wish for peace, Or for War to cease, Or Just grease My own Palms. I


InterconnectionLadies and gentlemen, Allow me to present, that which is unkown, that by which all other knowledge is judged. In life recognise what must be done, and then do not fear it's execution, for whatever the outcome, the best route was taken.Interconnection
Mankind as it is know, A handfull of minerals and protiens occuring in repeating patterns,
Similiar or disimiliar, over and over Helecies forming something both finite, and infinite, this is my concern.
Evolved or created, whatever has happened has happened, what may be, may be, Focus on what is, and what it is that surrounds you, time functions in it's own way, thin


IdleI sat feeling greasy and totally uninspired. Another unproductive day was about to pass And yet I still couldn’t bring myself to do anything. Poking at my spots in the mirror Seemed to be the only desirable form of entertainment. Piles of papers with nothing on them Sat in front of me, as if they were waiting for a bus; But one wasn’t coming. My head was as empty as the highway to Cicero And it is still taking me forever to get there. I squeezed the last drop of wine from yesterdays bottle And wondered how many days I would sit like this: - Lifeless, thoughtless, empty-heIdle


Little GirlTonight I cried. I didn’t know what for; but I cried, wept, bleatedLittle Girl
and cried, like that little girl terrified of nothing. Black tears sprinted down my face, like mud oozing along the river surface, they stuck in heavy pools which I fell head first into. My gums tasted of blood, my tongue tasted of dry yeast and I sobbed myself calm. In the mirror I saw that little girl again, terrified of nothing.
pretty good.
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False hopes are only false, if you haven't taken a second to measure a task, if you have, and you can still have faith in yourself to do a good job, then there's no reason you shouldn't be confident
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False hopes are only false, if you haven't taken a second to measure a task, if you have, and you can still have faith in yourself to do a good job, then there's no reason you shouldn't be confident
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