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Infantile projection, im there.

Where is it i'm going? Well i guess it doesn't matter anymore

I'm living on a Chinese rock, all my best things are in hock.

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I dream about you too much. Shoe string life, let it go.

Drinking too much, thinking too little. No work, no aspiration, only lust. Its a sleep without dream, cascading darkness hanging head silently above torrent of rushing machinery. Band saw slice me to ribbons, pneumatic drill bore me to cratered hulk, condescending the package. Self inflicted too, maybe its not so glamorous.

I love my life, i love you. Wish i could reach out and kiss you. I promise you i will.

God damn, whorrrrt. Ahhh, they just come out, i cant control it. Works in progress. Welcome back junior.

Wrote a poem tonight, ill spare you heh. But it feels good, maybe i should get back into writing. I wish my dames would come back with new material too, maybe we can strike a deal?

So being a drunk dumb ass i nearly lost my life. Albeit my broken knuckle, i would be forgetting this. Looks like that wolnt be happening

Lonely and lost again. Burnin bridges and smashin face, what can i say. What am i, who am i. Drinking doesn't make me but bitter. Wishing for the delusion of old days. Let the wild horses run, projections of what you could have had mean nothing. But damn, they left and impression on me.

Ahahaha, ded, i tell yah, d-e-d.