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Money is a rebellion against liberty and angels with arrows mingle on the edge of space No one cares where you are Or who you are Or why you are For I am listless Drained Lost Lonely Inside myself Blunted Joyless Lacking passion Restless Anxious Convicted Hexed Depressed Dead inside Solitary Antisocial Lacking energy Swimming…
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Sitting in a chair in front of a mirror talking to myself with imaginary razor and lightning bugs fluttering about. I remember an abandoned church in dead town Texas and how the lost souls thrived in the place of wood and holy water. I feel wrapped up in the wonder of death. To no longer…
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Underwear Heads
Wake up Wake up Time to put on the makeup To face the world with mask on task Smile until it cracks As the walking…
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Ride to Roswell
Raton McDonald’s Greasy floor Traveler cacophony Chaos to the ears and mind French fries dipped in ketchup A milkshake, cheeseburger Smoking a cigarette in the…
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The Forbidden Planet
Etching red canyon red Tracing the timelines year by year Scratches into the forbidden planet A planet sans real people Spaceman left alone to breathe…


