,br> When-ever I reach out—to the void—where I played in my late teens and well into my twenties, I never did note then but do now how it seemed never too elapse nor did it ever let go.
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Some of my friends showed themselves to be enemies . . . . Some of my enemies turned out to be friends. I feel bad that now Oh how, At times they bored me.
Now everything bores me.
I need change, and not just a new suit and a cheesy villain’s moustache.
THIS SHIT AINT WORKIN’!! . . . Outrageous Juxta positioning of things . . . Friends tell me that they got on the ‘SHIT’ & got off on the ‘SHIT’ . . . implying that’ it’s’ maybe me! . . . With an un-nervous nay, not I I say and move on with my DAY into a heck less NIGHT . . . .
And so I write:— ‘Eggs beaten from birds of far off places to the north to the end of the earth, out of our orbit, beyond & out & off from THE far out Spaces . . .’
Sold myself in silver