he is walking out the door and i cannot stop him any more cause he has someone he loves more than me. when i try to make amends he just tells me let's be friends and i know that spells the end of the line for me. but i am sitting next to someone new so i don't think about you or what you are going to do without me. it's hard to drink frozen water and you are no longer my lover so don't you bother coming over to see me. when you walked out that door i didn't have to settle no score i just got up on my feet once more and felt free to be me.
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they really are doing a great job at keeping the saps tuned out and tuned into that boy. whatever they are feeding them through the eyes and ears it is doing a great job and giving the the illusion of choice. change the channel.
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if you want to see something done around here then look out the window. you want something done then quit bitching and get out there and do it. it is not going to happen in front of the screen.
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start walking or stand exactly where you are it is all much the same to me. run you fool and how long can you hold onto those pieces of chocolate in the searing sun when hunger, which you have never known, finally shoots up through you?
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it was one week ago from today that we had the story of the sheep upon the hill. not our problem, not our sheep, but the word got out and we are the most known about town apparently. sub big players in such a small circle. do not of mich do not get out much, so the word gets out for thee. so the not our problem becomes our problem via social expectation. good luck persuading the lone wolf back into the flock.
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patriotism is a quality of the vicious. everyone knows where she keeps her cigarettes...in the most likely place to find a gun.
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so craigee, are the alphabet books at least nearing completion?
they are always nearing completion. it is an exponential curse. tendency zero, but never reaching completion.
death comes eventually.
the work is life. it continues or is extinguished entirely. only to be resurrected in the melting pot of the multiverse.
find your song and join the throng.
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always talking with nothing to say go to the cat and call its name wake wake i need some attention something to love me i don't live without love i want something to love me like i don't love myself out for a walk the red shirt with the palm trees
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Quelles que soient les larmes que l'on pleure, on finait toujours par se moucher.
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if you have no icons then you have nothing to tear down. i do not see the indigenous peoples of australia, gondwana, tearing down the land itself. not like those boat people who mine it, tear it, rape it and build upon it only to pollute and devastate. plenty of cultural defecation to be had without states or iconography.
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this is no force for change. the world is not on the same page, but edging toward a page. no one close. local solutions geographically bound removed from context. we can find abstract agreement, but the application varies with the interpretations that multiply on lines of flight exploding in every direction from the idea. the idea, construed within each plurality (you, me, them) as a singularity, manifests not. the idea takes on the manifestly difficult task of shaping our lives and lies on our journey to dust. this body is not made forever.
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this is all very complicated. i want to lay down. my father was born a british subject and a german citizen. both. one by blood the other by land. from fifty seven he had native citizenship and right up until seventy two natives could work and live in the uk. after seventy two the right to work and live in the uk was restricted to those who could show tertiary education qualifications. that lasted a decade until the introduction of the working holiday scheme and a six month travel permit. no access to public funds. the natives had become too numerous. i mean once the brits had the curry recipe did the natives really have to stay? now the uk has exited the european union they may be looking to turn toward the old commonwealth for a greater exchange of wealth and manpower. the pest has put a pause to that particular pursuit. the world powers are shifting their weight. very few in the west want to go back to a big small world preferring instead a small big world.
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new bell
old bell
new weather
whether
your sheep are
out
your chicken are
out
your penis is
out
not my sheep
not my chicken
not my penis
i am Mr. Positive
come on over here positive
do you like me now?
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oh look sheep on the loose go do something about it midsummer full moon we is read all about it you cannot keep the pit locked in
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when are we heading to the source of all this milk and honey in this land of plenty?
we are the already there. we are the source. we are the fat of the land.
i want to hold you inside me.
invite me into your darkness.
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i can still hear them
well that must be trauma.
you are telling me
we are driving back the long way home.
turning over the thought of today and tomorrow and what will yesterday bring time out of joint.
don't stop.
jump right into next year like a jigsaw falling into place.
so you want me to love you again now that you have fallen?
the paper thrown onto the street to rot away in these days of decadence. this is a pharaoh conspiracy. i want to live in my pyramid like a modern day zombie in an apartment studio newly gentrified neighborhood middle income office job thirty two square meters of shitting space.
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be over and through the entrails like there is only a tomorrow left in this breathing world well you know the new line
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running down the wrong way and somewhere along the line we have to make the time to get the skills together to jump through the hoops and the hoops are bigger and smaller and some are on fire whilst others still are fragile you know the deal but essential no matter what the ring or hoop or way the trick is the same
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the cat comes to the window ledge and beckons come out and play won't you come out and play dear prudence mis mis oh mis cup farrow thigh brow we can chase time but we cannot change time the guinea hen is crackling on for it is love lost too many times over for the heart to bear do you not know your children are just over there it is an artificial incubation but the insemination was all rape another act appears with the sun
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i let a gambler lead me astray. for i was young and foolish. if i knew what i do know that day, then i would still be home with mamma listening to what she had to say. instead i will spend my life here underneath the northern sun just trying to get the life together with next to nothing and then some. reason belongs in the backyard, spirit in bed and desire we find on the streets when it's not in our head.
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