listen and learn [l&r]
there’s this glass jar with – it looked more like red cabbidge than blood and gore. terrible graphics, not analogue enough to be somethin real that i dreamed about. it has a little label with “you know who” written on it. i lifted it 30ft in the air, and i let it go. and posh, it went all over the floor. i find an element that is not in the explorable range of the map and i’m much more interested in that for some reason, because i’ve found an item in the game that will get me out of the machine. i’m trying to get somewhere and save someone, but i’m stuck in this fucking game
that was my obituary. it was quite good, i looked taller in my picture. i’m glad my friends and family had the sense to choose seedless easy-peel tangerines instead of proper oranges. 25th May, 2065. 77, not what i was looking forward to but i think that’s a lot better than 35. maybe it’s time to change all that … i forgot that it was in mexico. i didn’t think they would play ub40 round here
cytochrome p450 … yeah, i will make sure some cunt turns up with a case of grapefruits. just a little fuck you for letting me die in my 70’s when i probably haven’t even put you in the ground yet. well offended. no one else will understand. try getting used to that while you’re pissed
nobody’s crying or having second thoughts. it’s like an episode of death in paradise with no storyline, the extras just keep going on forever and ever. they’re aware of the subtle roles that they play in my life, and i will play mine as they play theirs, close to the ground for now, i hear
fuck sake, go and talk to someone. nah, i’m good. i left the planet in a good way and in good conscience. i’ve paid for any of the mistakes i’ve made, and i’ll atone for them then, some. the only skew on any reasonable amount of data. the only place you can’t get the fuck away from on any map. maybe we need a break from that one thing that persists however well placed in life you might be …
today’s going down, this year’s gone by like a right cunt. and there are still things i can see silhouetting into the sunset that i’m not done with you yet. not yet …
they’re doin a conga line around the S.S. Richard Montgomerey. they loaded my coffin onto the boat and booted it in the rear end. who the fuck would do that just for the fireworks at the end of the night. i never thought some idiot would actually take me to this place. but now that i’m here, i’m glad that they did …
perhaps one time, i will go there for real. if they played good enough music and the atmosphere in the air, it’s almost good enough for the real thing, eerily enough
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