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Composition grapes smashed together into wine drunk from a chalice, texture, and smell, while the swiller of satire has the future seen through a keyhole, drunkenly distorted haze made abstract by thoughts from "other mind”, the one that stumbles forward onto cobblestone kneecaps. Down River, down Broughton learning from my city what smells have to say and what jazz corner hustler is selling his fix for, maybe nothing but a wolfish grin with teeth dripping in American dollars, have no fear you learned bravery with your craft, garbage disposal logic got you on bus, train, plane where you appear in a poof of light on stage in reading houses, cafe’s, and auditoriums.
When particals of your rock n roll language caught on you've made it big,proud?happy?
Not quite until you have toppled idols and muted genius.
Just remember dig until you have got pay dirt and even then wash away livings veil of refuge to publish gold from the mud in which you are made and from which you are named

angry,frustrated,dark,humor

Slamming fists of frutration onto the cold cement walls of my mind, cracking from every angle and chipping apart at random.Drunk with emotion i fight agaist myself,evreychance I get tobreak my own legs I jump from rooftops into femur cracking landingstips.