Continental shifts

It’s only then when you’re being swept along by the hands of the clock and the song brings you back to the moment you first heard her and you swear that you met her in an Algerian café, only then you remember it was back in Montmartre where she left you a small part of…

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Shove them where the sun don’t shine

Politics, a waste of what is left and what is time? a construct? the ultimatum? destination? a selfie of a self destruct? fucked if I know but I care even less Banks. if it’s a mess that we’re in let them deal with it, I’m off and into the wide blue you city boys can…

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