Malnourishment also known as the eaten jaw
by iron bar and fans
that crowd around
and get him
pushed,
further into demand -
as they do this
they think of little old ladies
who
to
keep their lives
they'd keep safe
but in outer space
there's
no
worthwhile currency
or a dangerous arrogance
i am an object in time and space
(another word for the place is the matrix)
j u s t
some
where else
where you continually spin out and they want you to totally break down
But they've always rubbed it in our faces
for the equals of us; more ignorance, more oblivious
so much of it subliminally though
that by fighting the system froma baby (Yes I'm christ) i promise you'll become *******.
Well, it's like the AC/DC song goes isn't it?
'It's a lie...and that's the truth.'...
I've always trusted my instincts and that has never been for fun.
but if someone came up to me one day and said, this is your mental prison, this is your soul death, this is your dawdry ******* and at other times **** body then they before i could realise they had a gun even shot me
Well, it depends on who did it and why.
penalised by the justice system mainly
a race track which we all aspire to trundle round a race trac now the sympathy for our kind has gone
and there's just something about cars that always creates discrepancies between perception and technique - which you woud only ever think of in truth as same other, what I consider to be dangerous forms of transport)
but you're long gone mentally
as soon it's been sorted out
your cash flow, direct debit, benefits, council tax housing and all of that.
i always try to grab their attention when coming somewhere new
and even if naivety and friendliness didn't so vindictively differ
am i the one loosing? for trust and counting dollars?
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