Reality TV, shitty gift books, mainstream, public recognition, anger
Posted on 2009.11.23 at 21:52Current Mood: weakened
'art' is a commodity
I distance myself from the world of 'art'
ian kamran 2009
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One early winter
Chaos took course and produced an
Undesired random teleportation
Friction is my only companion
I Stretch both legs out
Push both feet against the walls
Stretch both arms out
Push both hands against the walls
Gathering pace down the spiral slide
Familiarising myself to my surroundings
I am not sure how long I will be here
So embracing it as my temporary home
Is my sensible occupation
When I am settled down
It’s time to sedate my anxieties
Numb down till I feel nothing
Try to move back up the black hole of a spiral slide
Or at least consolidate my position
I am so embracing it as my temporary home
I LOVE YOU NEGGY!!
This is like the time when I could see you
Before you became invisible
it’s a dream but it feels so real
our conversation so beautiful
You’re gone a while now
But nothing here changed
It all collapsed, fell apart
And rearranged
Please
Come back
I miss you



