a secret society of neo-prolific non-entities
identifying trends and introspecting themselves for our enlightenment ... reminds me to pay my subscription
neo-gods who once owned petty cosmos.
petulant substrates advance into exterior holes
voided by genorous
gainsaid by acceptance
the immersing crowd in cyclical dreams beyond the glazed insulation
O what it is to be
a non-being who overrides the city street my conscious art
becomes...
art media bought by the giants of this industry
giants are seen everywhere
a secret triste with a music in the basement studio
at jph the crowd fly i make notes i lose sketches
i am i am i need love my emotions are their emotions
i spin faster dance crazy junkies flunk the street hustlers
i bustle up against the cold as the tube trains reek
nobody breathes everyone dreams
the nightmare is over and they are in room i need
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