Going swimming in the sea with a flask of whiskey...
NO FUN INTENDED
POEM- Path and Thinking Away
there i was once dressed in the warm clothes as the bus rolled past bony shoulders of buildings and breathed in the citys smoke the footsteps on paths loud and wet felt like insects a hive of vexed clicks and i waited eyes taking in the ooze of orange glows no sign yet wondering how messy my hat hair was outside the hotel and the african toilet attendant i thought of him every...
i have never eaten a packet of crisps so awkwardly...
there seems to be no full reprieve in dashes towards wonder as thoughts fly high into the sky conceived in clouds of thunder are striking now upon my eyes blink out in flash of blaze cannot be seen with clarity but hypnotized and dazed could it be seen as form of pity like the little plash of sorrow or do i now doubt what its about for validity tomorrow
i have eaten about thirteen bits of potatoes that didnt even taste that nice really but made me full and my head heavy like a jcb or something cold in the room now the fire of takeaway boxes and bits of newspaper didnt do much to warm me my eyes feel heavy too like my eyelashes are all drunk maybe they are id like to feel a bit drunk but i have no money only just about enough to...
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here i am about to smoke chinese pipe tobacco with my friend and the room is quiet and full of little bits and pieces