As the bus turned towards right where they sell magazines for upright people,
I saw myself going into a slavery… crowning nuclear energy.
There were tulip gardens, fancy eateries, shoes made from toothiest leathers…
but all coated in the idleness of vacant nucleus.
You don’t need freedom to live there…you need the strength of your fibres.
The bus stopped. It was the last place to dissolve,
which I did.
No suitcases in my hand, no cellphones with nagging loneliness…
Just some bucks in my pocket and a town to get disappear into.
Whores were beautiful, pubs were musical and hotel rooms were strangely made for wanderers.
A place for introverted nerds…if you don’t have it then you can’t be it and you can’t see it.
I liked it. Although the nuclear fusion was too hot to handle but the people there never tried to stop time…
All they did was to buy a cartoon of cigarettes and sit and see a stream of history, present, philosophy and desolation.

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Photograph: Google Images.