186,282 and a bit per second

At the speed of light the need for light is redundant. a flash of inspiration just to ease the darkness of my situation and I am vacant in the columns that march on Gaul. So much passes, past and what time is it now? am I nearly there? should I wear a suit, a shirt…

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What moves the mountain

Do you unwrap all your misery in front of me, and is that a dig at me? I can dig it. to live with you got to go with and give too. I can peel off what I feel like and that’s a neat trick. But I wrap up in a duvet on a blue…

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Beggars on the beach

What do you want from me? a suicidal tendency? a regimental history? or do you pity me in the city me, as I sit and look at you? do you see the leaning towards self destruct? fucked if I can. but it hides well and bodes ill. I could kill for a lager something larger…

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