Gray Vegetation/The Terran Trade Authority/The Extra Inch I Was Denied
“Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation…tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his ego. His anxiety subsides. His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray vegetation.”
Jean Arp
and I discovered these books in my childhood new-age library/attached to the protestant church and dentist in town/showing the death of glamour and gold/where we met and played as scouts/fist fights and wrestling I preferrd to football and marching/I allways loved to climb trees/now I get scared/and piles of tin-tin and asterix/led in bed before you knew how fucked the world was/where the only terror was glue sniffers at the park and gas-heads/pre 90s recession/when the world felt like a static safe place/and homes were for forever/and time just ticked on/and Victorian England was terrifying in books and oliver twist/and sibling fights/lego and star wars toys that were better than the films could ever be/forts and bases/before poverty and plain spaghetti every night/maybe an omelette/think I could have grown an extra inch of cock had I not been starved for protein as a child/and when this happenned obsessed with vietnam and don mccullin/I built VC traps/to protect myself/panji stakes and trip wires/the moment of realsation and terror that the world was unstable and cold/that it was your enemy and set on destroying you
never
leaves
me
like
a
rape
victims
memories
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Pakistan Circus/The Nonexistent/Argos and Mr. Frosty
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
Franz Kafka
and my parents never took me to the circus/or bought me a mr frosty/but I had buckaroo and operation/which is more than the ethiopian kids in live aid had/as they never knew it was christmas/ but I still wanted these things/and remember when everything you could every want in the world could be found in argos/board games/transformers/robots/lego/and its so cold today, even in bed/ I wish I could sleep a thousand years/and wake up as dust/and there was a kid who came to our school/with air max III/and other cool shit/and cable tv/and poisoned our minds/ to be hungry for things that existed outside the argos world/and we became devils/seduced with new things/and one night at camp we had a fight/and I beat him/but it was a pyric victory/because I still wanted to be him/ later on I heard he burnt his brain cells out on acid/much the same as me/but instead of becoming paranoid, bi-polar and manic like me,
he
just
turned
into
a
dribbling
retard
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circus faux prez beats – odd nosdam
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Piano Necktie 