Monday, 2 August 2010

white fucking rabbits

fucking pawn-shop subsistence scratching cycling with my guitar and my camera thinking this is everything i own,strike me down and all i'd have left is a bed and some records

another weekend sans substances, second one without cigarettes, fourth or fifth without alcohol and something like the sixth or seventh without drugs or indeed sex- abstinence is the new excess, control control control

all of which is very worthy but without obliteration the turning of the wheels starts in ernest, well a steady turning, not the erratic whirring, sudden shock realisation gears grining then grinding to a halt no no no this is the steady, constant grinding of those cogs that carry out the computations turn those numbers round and around garbage IN, garbage OUT

the one question

posed

whithersoever

is this leading

probably

i think

nowhere

just over two weeks of my twenties left oh yes

liv

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the

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