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Fun and games aren't my forte`
Solemn and lonely are my thoughts
Music mostly cheerful, but thats kewl coz I don't care
My boots are damn near perfect and I continue on
The light looks down on as do anything else above me this evening
I look at the paper whitish and lined as I continue to write
Society what is it and how corrupt is it
Giving many people happiness and many sadness this year
Society is hard to pin down at the moment and nor do I care
Do I care about much, I dont believe so but i must and dont know why
Floors are under me and glass behind
Why should i live and why should I die
I will myself not to die yet dont will myself to live
Can this be done, I believe so
White is good, Black is bad
Weddings can be good, Furnials are always good
Looking at the junk that surronds me on this balcony four floors high
Hick and Hock went the clock but why
No news is bad news but enlighting news
How can we see reallity but always we think it is
Water pistols and blood, acid and life
Dance and joy, dagger and fun
Cut oneself to find living matter under the dead
Choke oneself to see death but do we and how we know anyway
Religion has corrupted our minds and culture, To what end?
23/7/98
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