Uploaded quickly. With hardly any care.

Poem about bad memories
Caught the train
had enough of you there
Toll's taking tall towers tumbling
all the way down
I'm crying calling coo-ing
to the deserted distance
Sometimes soles, shudder darken held memories
and when I see you on de - dreadful - day
you wander along, sword swinging spine.

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There is too much violence in the world. Car doors slaming, people drinking and fighting, suffering and pollution, making explosions and not sharing. The world needs to look at itself.

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boxing: next time, man I will walk out of there when I have done the fun stuff.

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Sleeping poorly, try a wank.

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......While your so fucked up, you can't hold an image. So fucked up, you can't hold an image of being face fucked by flange. (edited)

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A message to aliens in AD 3710
Whats today like; todays horror - hanging at roadsides - the urban hum.

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Poem

If i friggen get enough sex
I wont fill a single hour with anything but...
sex

ever been so stressed,
you can't stand it
your shaking and you will be till dusk...
hits

but it's all cool
the world is your mate,
it gives you good stuff, bad stuff,
you lose stuff, you find stuff... you run late

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The premise i had before this peice of writing was I had words to block that had come up out of my subconsious party, birdy etc. these are oldns.

Birdy, thats what I am I'd like to fly away to another land.
Partay partay never gonna free you from the party

Party like you root
send a cock up a sheila and go for gold.

Dogs a forming a line
Lord knows the floppy ear brigade, will fuck you up in time.

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Cannot help the fall
cannot help it sometimes
cannot take it, my hearts racing
and i cannot seem to reach the other side and find a peaceful breeze.

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