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Went out with some others tonight right
some younguns and their mates,
great friends some mix of malcontents.
walked mud and miles of three spike fence
our chat cast of art and common ends...
See the night is past time of mine
with several weird man and variations on crime,
lie back eyes on the stars like my
what're those machines that glint bright in the sky
cos lost in the ditch by the side of a road
I found truth better spoken by murmur and load
and lay in a bush by side of a track I find a smooth silence I never thought act
thats that
'cos round here the man got no patience
mums push prams and ask cash for the payments
like “the foodbanks closed”
now not sure of her process
so gotta press strangers home on the pavement
See I put pen to practice perfection
piling plight on potteries post-industry
I stylize entropy and lesson,
burn fools build art in quick succession some towering cacophony of projection
So I while away and lay
Out in the wilderness escape day to day
straight grace, part monk
probably drunk, hood up style funk.
My, my what a terrible sight
extra bits
all emotion, fluid energy
talltowerstieallofficespeak
just jokes to me
find it funny, content in the core how I hold my heart
origami like in its beauty, many moments shape its space, embraced
vascular valleys define doomed divinity.