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Oct 2016
It's when you get old that the monsters you thought were long dead take a hold
again
and I wonder if all that pain was worth it or worth ****,

Paul with his Nembutal woke up in the hospital and died five minutes later.

It's always later when we think about it and then sometimes it's too late to think.

They told me that Cath' who smoked crack and was as thin as a lath could **** down that pipe and blow smoke out of her ***,

urban myths

I never miss the things I used to think I'd miss
thinking about, but I see it in my dreams, the roundabout,
the swinging doors, the ****** and the street *****
selling more than they had for some more of what more they could get.

Jackson and his chemicals
made it look industrial
which in a way it was
because
it poisoned us all.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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