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pain, pain, regardless of the pain i will be here in the rear-view skating past and saying 'hell-ohhell-no' to the passerby's in Jeep's and Prius and Camry's and Adidas shoes all tattered and bled along highways and back-roads of life. when Robin Williams died by belt self-suffocation, i was back in the dark of a previous mind and i cried *** i saw myself in his suicide. i saw my darkness colored in with pitch-black pastels, ***** grass-stains, and infidelity.. toffee from a homeless man and i hand him a cigarette. my lungs were never my life-force - - my lungs were never my life-force - - all the blurry peripheral city lights dancing in my withheld tears as i marched from Douglas to Yates and the old Korean karaoke bar with the silent tv dancing asians moving mouth-muscles for nothing as the song sings someone else to sleep in Seoul.. the unwashed windows 3 floors up the office building are the strangest thing i noticed in this delicate flood of hopelessness, seagulls screeching from spider-men perches on street-lamp, power-line, construction crane "I want to be a man again I want to be a mannequin."
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
a portrait of a mannequin as it walks thru the delicate district of great toil
pain, pain, regardless of the pain i will be here in the rear-view skating past and saying 'hell-ohhell-no' to the passerby's in Jeep's and Prius and Camry's and Adidas shoes all tattered and bled along highways and back-roads of life. when Robin Williams died by belt self-suffocation, i was back in the dark of a previous mind and i cried *** i saw myself in his suicide. i saw my darkness colored in with pitch-black pastels, ***** grass-stains, and infidelity.. toffee from a homeless man and i hand him a cigarette. my lungs were never my life-force - - my lungs were never my life-force - - all the blurry peripheral city lights dancing in my withheld tears as i marched from Douglas to Yates and the old Korean karaoke bar with the silent tv dancing asians moving mouth-muscles for nothing as the song sings someone else to sleep in Seoul.. the unwashed windows 3 floors up the office building are the strangest thing i noticed in this delicate flood of hopelessness, seagulls screeching from spider-men perches on street-lamp, power-line, construction crane "I want to be a man again I want to be a mannequin."
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Jun 7, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
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