“SCENES FROM A DYING PLANET” Mar 96.

Sorry for existing. Everything broken. Debt claims me. A deeper hole with each breath. Cold on a broken window pane. I’m sorry for bringing you into this. An endless flood of responsibilities. Poverty has made a fool of me. The only perfect circle in the world. Is in the eyes of an unborn child. Everything else is corrupt. Torn. Cruel. Evil. Tired. Second hand. useless me. People are Machines. Sex is Debt. The only thing I own is my soul. I turn my head to the sea. And the wind plays on my eyes. I dream of being free. To believe I will achieve it is a lie.

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