ok, it rolls on, the catastrophic, karmic, diabolic shit storm that is... being.
and here i am the next day which is in fact a better day in that is is a day of moving forward - a little. i am a non smoker i am a non smoker i am a non smoker. oh, go on, for old times sake...
bruised tatoos & blind psyches, lift me up like madonna, get me outta here before i blush and turn purple in the heart. in china pollution makes the rivers turn black and catch fire so i'm panic surfing in a heat that tightens my skin in alarm and defence. the heavy weight of gravity rocks in my mind that cascade to the eternal nothingness, a sponge landing. the blank absorbent nite lets the spirals fly, but impotent like a spent firecracker i struggle to rise.
it may be my disfiguring scars that bring my charisma but i can be the deliverer of bad news and arrogant axioms - the paradigm needs to shift to me. dialling numbers on a disconnected line....
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