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Record…playback…repeat (Taken with instagram)
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F L O R A L I F E
Casey’s crotchet graffiti on the bus (Taken with instagram)
You could get the money
You could get the power
But keep your eyes on the final hour
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Soon all we will have is pictures of these. Nearly all they are good for these days anyway. To remind us of another time when we were not quite so caught up in things that are not really there. No screens, just our imagination.
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Keith Richards, Paris, 2010 by Richard Dumas
Today I was lectured about how pesticides are the governments way of killing us off before we hit retirement because they won’t be able to make as much money off of us when we’re not working and how welfare is the worst thing in the world and they will do everything in their power to not ever have to go on it, even if it means living in a shelter or moving back home with their parents and that they’ll just be like “Sorry, Ma. But I rebelled against the government.” He finished off this lecture with “STICK IT TO THE MAN.”
Oh, and he was twelve.
Let my potential future offspring know the truth that young too!
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the truth shall set you free. free from what? punishment? persecution? denial? hate? human interaction? if proof was bread my ribs would be showing. say all a man has is his word, naked as he can be to the world stripped from public validity and material possessions. would tear apart this entire waste of space if it meant your life, brother. would easily trade my life to keep yours. more potential lays behind that smirk than my raised brow. i tear sinew, burn flesh to closed eyes with a tight lip. acquisations and assumed betrayals cut worse than anything else. yours is one of few alloys that can pierce this skin that is darker even than the surface. A grey beneath the ivory beneath the bronze. i write nothing you do not already know, brother. i am not your undoing though you could be mine. if you need me ill be tearing down walls, or breaking knuckles whichever happens first. FUCK MONEY AND RESPONSIBILTY AND CARS AND BILLS AND AUTHORITY AND LIES AND MISCONSTRUITIES.
WE MAKE FIRE. THEY ALL DANCE IN OUR BLAZE.
IT IS SO AND LET IT BE ON AND ON AND ON AGAIN.