“ONE” April 96
Life is a ritual. Everyday a list of deceit. Slave to a uniform. Sent the desire of wanting anything. Clean cut. Respectable. Splash my face with the scent of dead flowers. naked, everybody loves me. In cloths I am plain Jane. presentable. I commute to depression. Repulsive. Fishboy. I abhor my waking lie. Each moment is memory. Of a pile of aborted babies. Of old men’s reading glasses. Of a nations apathy. I put my face on. Before the Dauchau morning train. moral laws suffocate. pension schemes terrify. This nations quiet, living suicide. Dressed in Sunday best. I am one with nature. Living in poison. I have never been a better member of society. I regret everything. And dream of two becoming one. I believe in the power of love.
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