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Sep 2014
he woke up with his body burnt,
gasoline still pouring over his face.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!", he
asked to someone, anyone that would answer.

noone did.

he spent the next years trying to remember
any ties he had.
either to a material or emotional world.

they never came.

it could only be deduced that he was forgotten.
forsaken.

and left to live out his life in a meat-pie construct.

remember when they said they wanted to "**** your mind"?

that doesn't matter anymore either.

"without a physical capability, you're no use to us".
(WORK! FIGHT! DANCE! DO SOMETHING!)

these thoughts.... shiver.
until he understands the gravity of them.

one amounts to the exact amount of product he gives.

and once a man can't assemble.........
James Nigh
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James Nigh  where air is never clean
(where air is never clean)   
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