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Counting is an activity one takes for granted.

When one and one are two, it is truth.

When one and one are five, it is the failure, not of the device, but of the counting.

All of the Nigels, standing in row.
Is it a good thing?
No, sir, no.

What can you do with all these pretty little things?
Nothing, nothing, not even break their wings.
Nigels, Nigels, everywhere you go.
This one, that one, all the Nigels
Standing in a row.

Burning up the wire.


You are just a strong desire.

You are nothing real.

Nothing concrete.


All the matters is the fire.

Years have passed and nothing changes.

Life is always the same.

A slow march towards the end.

A light, a love, a life, marching through

The streets and alleys of the city.

To the cold and broken hallelujah that is death.

Why flee the island when your home is not there?

Why fly when the sky will never be home?

Dear Humans,
i love thee so.
every time I see you there.
Why should I hold your hand?
leave you in the burning cold.
Wind-swept plateaus and laissez-faire.
Every day making a final stand.

Why do you tease with all you do?
Why can't you please and je ne sais vous?

Ne-pas, ne-pas, *ne-pas

Raining, raining on the ground,
Drops from a thousand hearts of cold.
The falling of the Gaulish crown,
The victory of the glory of Rome.

Falling, falling, everywhere.
Life is death, pain, and fear.

Never to live, nor to love, nor to cry in vain.

Blood-stained lilies, in the emerald lands...

Bang.

Bang.


Bang.


Slumber eternal all that remains.

Is the air breathable in space?
What does God really think when you are saying Grace?
Could we have a fleeting touch of life and love
In all the human race?

No.

Because of quantum.

Fantastic fantasy flounders floundering in the fleece.
Fleeing fervent frustration faces, phasing in for free.
Final frolic frothy, frim and folly forth.
Felix feline fragranced friends and fluffy Faradays.

Eating, eating, eating.

Wasting, wasting, wasting.

Vinyl in the sea of time.




Lost forever.

Do you ever wonder when the world is cold?

Do you ever wonder why the world is clay?

Do you ever wonder how lights makes its way?

Do you ever wonder what makes life seem so old?

I wonder and wonder, and I've never known.