Blueprint

It looks like it could be, but I’m not sure what and if it is and I’ve got it I hope that it’s not what it could be. Check myself in the mirror nothing seems out of place well maybe my face but that never fit anyway. I must be good to go, yeah got…

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Turn the page

I don’t mind waking up to the promise of what might come along, night though is the ocean across which I row and sometimes I sink the reaper sleeps while the leper keeps watch and the second hand turns into the hour glass which shows no reflection. sucked into the bubble I am collapsible, avoid…

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Three pin play

Taking a jolt a two forty volt, pluggin’ in I begin to materialise. bloodshot eyes, hair on end, blue night bends daylight and I feel a bit light headed. making excuses to fill up on juice is acceptable, powering down in London is not…

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