There will always be someone to take your place.
This place was never meant to be exclusive in existence.
There will always be a sucker waiting in the queue,
with their daily jobs and hunger for more sex.
There’s something to this life which doesn’t allow you to forget where you came from,
those young ages of flying colors, those times when a smile was all wrinkle free,
times of rodeo bars…
you can’t forget those…but the change is in your hands…
you can choose to die in life or you can choose to die in your death.
I suppose I was never ready for the ‘system’ to suck me up,
and the more I walk along the road the more I can see that everything is an industry,
poetry is an industry, sex in the most vulnerable moments is an industry,
painting is an industry,
getting babies out of every god-damned wombs is an industry,
dying is an industry…
Shit…I have been wronged, I have been fooled by the left-handed assholes…
Anyway I am still young and disgusted with the places full of these highly trained slaves,
and still trying to find one of those to fuck and share my insecurities with,
how can you except a delusional fish to live with the Lions in manipulative forests?

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Photograph: Hengki Koentjoro.

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