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Sep 15
Chaos is
when your mind becomes unglued and you're body is being abused by the constant pounding that it takes and you know that you're becoming detached from social ******* with everyone and no one understands that sometimes silence is the key,

oh
and where is the key to silence?

of course it is,
it's in amid the chaos and it laughs at us and our endeavours to get a hold of it

and your eyes come out on stalks when nobody talks
and nobody notices and if they do, would they tell you?
the hell they would.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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