After this

Then let us drink of the Lethe and forget that we lived there may the river wash our worries away…

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Brain chatter

Living the dream giving it up for the dream some don’t even dream no REM. no blue curling smoke and no crème de la when she’s tra la which is as frequently as she wants to be…

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The lost

Everybody knows when it’s coming to a close ‘cepting me, cause  everything I see, there is nothing there for me and it blinds me. The Devil hides the rule book and there’s no use looking for it as the teacher writes reports and once again I’m going through it, everybody knows everybody grows ‘cepting me…

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Making it up as I go along

Never paid for the pitch but sold shit to the tourists East down in Shoreditch and later in Petticoat Lane I sold shit again made a bundle then trundled off home. Life’s getting hard for the twopenny bard and it’s looking like rain so I’ll sell shit again on the fly. By the by or…

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