oh mate, calm down, calm down.
introduced to a wall of sound,
this coffee tastes like burnt soap,
fall cracks ass, renewed with hope,
you see now, work is not important to me,
well some of it is,
shouldn't we live in a society where the people
who want to work, do it all?
no, come on, I kid,..I kid,..you know I've been
working at that,
time for a change, renewed spirit,..blah, blah,
heard it all before, seriously though.
like an enigmatic has-been, like what's he building in there?
like the who, what, when, where, & why of it all.,
Oh! like bryan on Spaced!
like pain, fear, anger, aggression.
but like a dull creature, a riddle, he hides behind a see through
mirror, totally transparent to those around him, he shuffles,
blindingly towards the door, & clank, bangs his head on the dinner bell,
hard, like arctic monkeys' riff-funk-hard.
but this gonzo manuscript, wow!
can't set down pages of interest.
like, drive by unfortunate accident,
unable to turn head-turnkey,
continuation of readings & the like,
didn't he follow certain men on a bike?
live for yourself, & love others,
like 2 long lost brothers
fist tight, raised in the air
accomplished like royal heir
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