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glass eyes & pulled muscle & broken latch
crossing fingers & toes never works in real life.
it's all workplace / workspace / workmates / work late
hate work / workdays / i'm calling in sick.
i haven't slept for four days
i think the honeymoon phase
of my medication has past its final stage.
trying to resist the urge to sell my six-track in my dad's old clothes
dirty washing by the road
i resigned from my family to spend more time with my job.
one foot in the shade
kicking the discarded porn outside frensham court
whilst the babysitter hits my baby sister over the head with a wooden spoon.
the police talk in handsigns lined up & down fratton road
when i was knee-high to a...
green cars were unlucky.
bed's become hell
legs twitch & convulse fitfully
nightime's become another chore that i do not look forward to.
A & E I.O.U
too tired to sit up / too tired to think
still my legs twitch
i am motion sick.
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