

Run Past Your BodyRun Past Your BodyRun Past Your Body
Im sitting in the midst
Of colour swarms, Flashes of neon exuberance And expressive, But copied lines.
Im drawn,
And spewing streams of ink from my mouth.
Express this perfect block of cement! Express light! Express darkness! My lack of self!
I need a line, A marking of some sort! To create the difference Between myself and the trees! Transport me to that other state, You goddamned kaleidoscope of death!
Your colours have lain all over my body, Your feet have walk


Victoria Rooms Beneath a VeilWednesday at about 1 o'clock sitting on a wall in front of the Victoria Rooms eating a sandwich and drinking a cup of coffee after meeting with my teacher to discuss philosophy:Victoria Rooms Beneath a Veil
I think I've taken the time to look around. This simple map of life is laid before me. The man admiring his ordered lawn. The temporal queue of life. Life's a queue to me: the buses and cars move with an intended purpose, for us to not exist. All these people: what are we doing? All of this city is just externalized man. I don't know what lies before me. Seriously, why is everyone moving? Life should b
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Grah, mah, dah.
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Well now, what is it made of, that upsurge of doves that exists between night and time, like a moist ravine?
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Grah, mah, dah.
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Well now, what is it made of, that upsurge of doves that exists between night and time, like a moist ravine?
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Well now, what is it made of, that upsurge of doves that exists between night and time, like a moist ravine?
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Well now, what is it made of, that upsurge of doves that exists between night and time, like a moist ravine?
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