sedated white noise and voices voices voices talking with so little to say talking jackpots selling what they don’t have bargaining free for all is it? I’m amazed at the crawling single file of wankers a parade a charade a masquerade and words words words oh my raining down on the hungry mob thankful worshipping I am constantly consistently amazed and still I wonder what else is there to come wrapped in rubber tainted pink or whatever the iron gaze flickers interspersed with kind words and always an excuse reeking of coffee cigarettes and bullshit fronting realms of nothing look around listen and tell me is it me?
Into twilight.