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Sat at the bar listening to Joy Division as I saw an eternal and final vision of the aftermath - the place of truth without thought of family or clearer day than the afterlife. A smoke filled final breath before a clean break from tension leading to the denouement, grand curtain call washing line ending. I've spent my days tasting it all the wine the beer the dark spirits the clear. I'm at the point where my heart is bare at its end without any poetic armor. A comedy, a tragedy and a dysfunctional drama wrapped in one blown ****** of regretted sown seed in a field of weeds. Goodbye my love, girl I could never be with or get over. Goodbye my Christmas soul brother a duplicate mind who I loved unlike any other. We came, saw and conquered the corner we tried this lung busting run but my end has come. There we were and here we are, never ending tour of a has-been star - I see through life's disguised attempt at sloppy seconds this time. I'm stuck in a cul-de-sac wayward ever mend of soul shaking cloth line dreams and nightmares of wind blown cigarettes, a drink might get me through another night as I cry with my vision of sharing a cigarette with Ian Curtis.
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 10:57 PM UTC
Visions of Sharing a Cigarette with Ian Curtis, Smiling
Sat at the bar listening to Joy Division as I saw an eternal and final vision of the aftermath - the place of truth without thought of family or clearer day than the afterlife. A smoke filled final breath before a clean break from tension leading to the denouement, grand curtain call washing line ending. I've spent my days tasting it all the wine the beer the dark spirits the clear. I'm at the point where my heart is bare at its end without any poetic armor. A comedy, a tragedy and a dysfunctional drama wrapped in one blown ****** of regretted sown seed in a field of weeds. Goodbye my love, girl I could never be with or get over. Goodbye my Christmas soul brother a duplicate mind who I loved unlike any other. We came, saw and conquered the corner we tried this lung busting run but my end has come. There we were and here we are, never ending tour of a has-been star - I see through life's disguised attempt at sloppy seconds this time. I'm stuck in a cul-de-sac wayward ever mend of soul shaking cloth line dreams and nightmares of wind blown cigarettes, a drink might get me through another night as I cry with my vision of sharing a cigarette with Ian Curtis.
Love tore me apart, I fixate on the washing line these days
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 10:57 PM UTC
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