People
People
People
The voices
Too old
Too new
Too bold
Too shallow
Everywhere
People.
The despise of evolution,
worms in brains,
walking
crawling
babbling
making shits out of misery.
But struggle,
red struggle
blue death
yellow afternoons
and with a beer in hand
I lost myself in them…
I lost myself in their struggle.

Endless cigarettes
on death.
On life… endless fucks
To work for assurance
to smile for gloomy lips…
I know words but words don’t know me
a tragedy of greatest potentiality
All the way
Gets cleared all the way.

The sun sets below ground,
crimson on roads,
and I walk down the streets where whores meet for fun.
Fun, fun, fun…
There’s nothing more to life than that…

A liquor store, a bar of strumming blues,
concurrent cities
and amphibians through the trousers.
A buttery pussy and,
people
People
People.

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Photograph: Google.