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2d
I over-dosed with a nose-bleed,
woke in hospital among the weeds,
barbecued and wired corpses
I keep hearing them with the voices
nights are like lightning hitting,
randomly like hail storming freaking
smashes my mind with ice blocks,
the size of jelly fish, remedies,
inject the stereo with inanities
Fishermen on acid in the docks....

A lover with a chain so anchored needs...
The worm contained with the diseases,
at the table of a first class best resort
prawns and ***** are a word for pollute
and the stables flashing of the horses
galloping when lightning comes strikin'
This is the prelude for Demo Tape 5.
its about comfort and the ruining of comfort.
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Written by
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  47/M/A Jar With Holes.
(47/M/A Jar With Holes.)   
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