yes i have been in there as well and i am not sure about something tells me there were simply parallel communities running their own dictatorships within walls constructed within minds nothing so physical as a cool breeze cold comfort or change whatever this illness civilisation is there is no getting away from it in some kind of lock down or isolation ward we all carry it within ourselves and will take it wherever we go like very good hosts depositing the parasite
back to the tent days back by the river spree something of the hopeless romantic running with the anarchists indeed not so much as putting lives together but rattling about in their psychoses while the mentally ill trundle on their death machine some call it the hope machine others are bringing it down call it the sun machine i tell you it is the machine within that is feeding upon all this hate wherever did it come from
can you pull your mask off and show me unsocialised you not something we really want to see you would eat me alive at the first chance before the leathery skin hits the floor before i could take a deep look into the eyes into your face a feast a damnable feast a moveable feast not simply for the vocation not simply for the tongue
floating upon a judaic sea of time in a vessel of belief forever on the lookout for an island of savior manifest the end of waiting in hero becoming break the cycle of progeny and return paradise to earth remove all sin
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never forget the basics always nice for a refresher course good god man no trouble spending money mostly spends itself much time had acquiring the skills of labour necessity motivates creation my world has grown so large at present the creative exhaustion is carried out there on the field of dreams selfish production snub social subvention i dont want to sell i prefer to eat the fruits of my labour and drink the spirits of my passion capital not for sale nor trade
just not doing it for me any more not like it used to give me diamond dogs and we would just keep dancing well after the glitter had flittered away lay all over the floor rough days in the head get the rush of blood to the extremities have myself worn out on frustration all over the edges simply to get the shoes off and the body warm pleasure lies within imagination do not let them kill you whilst you can still hold a pen
limp dick symphony just symptoms of the wasted away ought to have got to it whilst i still could and the getting was good rather thought tomorrow was always coming still always coming just not for me no more
no more off the shelf already tired of it going to have to be something special something i could have given birth to myself if i had had it in me to stay still long enough open enough attuned to the spirits arising from within the dig out open road open skies took me elsewhere beyond the bottle and crib now like job what i have lost i find threefold
another family feast on the cattle country red yellow blue is it my turn is it my turn is it my turn yet when is it going to be my turn it is always my turn if it appears to you that i am waiting remember you are the distraction from my turn i keep turning and then you call me away to play these games society indeed only polite when not at each others' throats demanding a pound of flesh
experiments from the field on site research raised solar panels we are looking at over four metres to allow machines to pass underneath multi axis tracking to move the panels along the course the sun takes through the sky altering the percentages in consideration for the undergrowth how much sunlight do we let through to the ground and what are we planting there depends on the condition and type of the soil regenerative crop rotations not forgetting the aviary followed by ruminant passings five years and the data is in another generation and then start thinking about possible integration
online shop dont let me down why dont you do me right no matter how it ends no matter how it starts
stay at home cow herds subsidies subsistence solution hiding prices undisclosed cost not many know the value of a steak on the plate more than just friends maybe we should not be propping up non regenerative unsustainable agriculture call it natural selection if that helps free market forces where are the duped muppet masses going to buy their molasses would not recognise food without a label
something to kill the pain turn to the pharmaceutical the pills still work get behind the wheel until there is no more feeling in the machine if we take too much care these damn things may operate a damn long time and then what shall we produce in this magnificent high energy fabrication cathedrals no more imagination no more parity feed the greed that never ending pit tip them in and let them fall throw the trinkets in after them they will clasp out at anything within reach the sensitive little buttons do not want to feel feelings any more burnt out tiresome effort to work in the detail just give the solutions certainty not answers
finding out the hard way that the old ways are lost buried over distorted taboo necromanced into a living shadow cast upon the concrete fifty is what i will get for it once i take it back there hymns for the non believer cast a canon and drag around tied to your heart
we are all trying for the best we can is false there are those out there simply swinging from limb to limb garlic on the fingertips spending even more time on the maintenance of faulty systems pushing the needle of death for the dollar how much would you give for another breath?
back in the city i let myself fall to the floor street sweepers pick up the pieces always a fresh new canvas nothing is for tomorrow burn it all down to the ground and build it back up tomorrow melbourne is a wasteland them big dreams of leaving the apartment well we take it back to the start
catching up on the out of touch there was an empty little vessel out to sea and then i heard you calling me not an emergency call more of a siren selling yourself short on the mainstream pop culture reconnecting what is the hot shit here does not travel well stuck on you stuck on me
still observing the natural flow and ebb from which the hand lends and priority builds to feed the mouth
false presumption we are all trying for the best we can that is some middle class bullshit screams of your privilege but not enough never enough there is no such thing as enough look at those chicken always ready for more leaving whatever on the floor as if they can no longer see it yummy yummy for the tummy they are not hungry enough never enough trees grass thistles and sheep maintaining a self supporting system if you just let it grow and wander wonder why the wolf is back why not the bear the bear indeed everything would be running all to well for the invasion to begin african swine flu prevention fences directing the wilderness into the centre of town they can have it between six in the evening and six in the morning no one round these parts wants anything else than their own four walls and a screen at those times
no rushing into it war is ego without place the body count infantile distraction coming back to the fragility of life in peace yes alfie lovely drawings amanda scrolling up and down tim swiping left and right enjoy luxury but mindful of the cost otherwise the consequences come oftentimes without knocking supersonic gives a whole new meaning to dying in your sleep
trolling the canal bridges over which the train passes out to stansted and beyond where are you going nowhere sleeping here tonight mate somewhere else tomorrow maybe i have my ways not too long in one spot or be moved on or worse had it happen had it happen pretty friendly round here have you got any change making a run on the midnight special
planting bamboo to hold the mountainside together and the neighbour is still cutting down the old oaks i guess he is just trying his best to level it all out getting hard on the knees walking up and down hill me thinks still the best thing for you