Ungracious creative stink, advertising that drives you to drink, advertising that tells you what to think, advertising that drives you to the brink, a disaster, a disaster in ink, a waste of time, that tries to bend your mind, yes, advertising of the machiavellian kind, the greedy trying to mislead the blind, the greedy trying…
Read MoreSat in my twilight seat, with the fire burning, and the ever-darkening sky, with the moon so bright, oh, what a sight, the glorious colours, of the flames and the sky, that warm me and my heart, as the owl it hoots, in the still of the night, and peace returns, and I rest my…
Read MoreThe path, the lonely path, walking quietly upon it with an empty heart, as the birds do sing, and the breeze whistles through the leaves, how uncertain the footsteps are after a broken heart, and how fractured the mind it is, and filled with such bitterness and such darkness, yes, how dark it is with…
Read MoreTwilight, carried away in the middle of the night, carried away by the river, the river that flows to the sea, and then across the sea by boat, under starry skies as you sit anxiously and thoughtfully, after having left your troubles behind, you sit and contemplate your relatives, and your friends who have died,…
Read MoreThe moment, the moment of momentum, from no speed, and then into take off and speeds as fast as I can recall, how incredible it is this feeling, this feeling as we fly across the sky, and what a technological marvel it is, to accomplish such a task of creation, to enable us to be…
Read MoreThe day is, of its indecisive ways, no matter how much I plan, and not enough is accomplished, but the day it does not give a damn, and the night it is a delight, but the day it wearies me, and it rubs me up the wrong way, and does far too frequently not go…
Read MoreThere is no tomorrow, there is only yesterday, and the broken hearted, in a suicide of a nuclear age, oh, what a tragedy, billions of lives lost, sacrificed because of the idiocy of the human race, and the nuclear weapons and the arms race, and the radiation across the planet, oh, what a terrible place,…
Read MorePlease, suspend disbelief, because you know I wear my heart on my sleeve, but please, let me in to your heart, and do not think that I will not love you properly, or that I will be like the others, the others who have shattered your heart, and who have caused you such grief, and…
Read MoreIn the city where the streets are clean, but the air is not, and work, it is suffocating and an only unhappy means to an end, and here, we are an unhappy lot, but here we go happily again, and it is one of the only happy times of the day, a ten-minute break, where…
Read MoreSheltered by the storm, sheltered indoors, and forlorn, and worn out and weary at the breaking of the dawn, with my head a mess, as I arise from my drunken sleep, and I climb out of bed and I view the bottles of alcohol on the floor, but after last night I do not need…
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