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Sunday 28th April 2013.

The time in Singapore is 4am..the flakes of my recent trip still drift in the pools of thought,as i pull on the various gossamers across my skin to bring me back into line,back under the cosh,back into the regimentation of work the busted horse, the cracked saddle on which society rests it's indifference in knitted coarse cloth. My Robin Hood time warp is wrapped away tax free,no hidden off shore accounts no bean bags full of copper pennies to stem the tide of castrated worms wriggling their sniffing noses..to hey buster wot you doing...????..
Perhaps keeping Singapore time by this apple machine is a form of torture to the soul or perhaps time for thought in my next great escape, from the wild flesh eating society whom gores on failing all those whom have humped through The Dead poets Society..a film once seen will always twitter in my mind as i glance upward and watch the swallows already line up on the telegraph wires crossing rambling farms i pass through in my tiny red van, when the uniform of work gossamers on my back.
Being boxed in society does not take long,the stride of acceptance is short, only tree whisperers unzip to the wild dandelions now at last pushing through the leaf mould with an energy to suck up to the sun talking of sucking...mmmmmnnn....i digress...not intentionally but...ssshhh today is Gods day and i wonder did..he she it go mmmmmmnnnn...so goeth.

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bennybunny
Apr. 28th, 2013 09:18 pm (UTC)
My Captain, My Captain!
Society may box me at some point, but if it does, it had best be the kind it puts in the soil and marks up.

I haven't seen the Dead Poet's Society in ages. I think I could do with the surge of optimism that it brings.

Nice to hear from you.

itallfalllsdown
May. 4th, 2013 06:50 pm (UTC)
Striding at a brisk pace, looking for a familiar face, I lock eyes on a desirable place, god is dead and so are we, I cannot deny that destiny, but as we are in this bold time, living so is not a crime, run as fast and far as one must, lack the necessities of trust, faithful to this life asunder, one cannot make quite a blunder, faith be free and widen windows.
Though I am just a kid with dreams, so many so my mind it screams,
I wish you all the love in the world
-me
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