So I fucking read
and I fucking read and I fucking read. Longer, Deeper and darker than ever before. Oh Christ, you dispose of all things. You choose who live and who dies. Feeling of the territory, the hugger he lies.
Then I think to myself, well, I might as well smoke a cigarette, possibly may cry.
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On the doorstep, night looking right, he might say; I was dandering by he says, I, I might as well call.
Seamus Heany
On day it possibly will be blown away by beauty.
Just Ice Cold Irony
Contextualisation
Idiosyncratic enjoyment
peculiar or individual enjoyment
He called, I spoke, we both laughed. Inside this weeks mindset, you just move like you do. The revolution is off the agenda. It may gather dust, but shall remain prominent in the internal mind set.
Tired but too early to sleep. What’s a girl to do?
Light a candle and smoke a cigarette.
I did indeed light a cigarette
stare at the candle flame too long
And I’m sure to be blinded by the light
Procrastination of the nation central. My imagination seems to be failing me at the moment. I don’t know what to write. I don’t know what to write.
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