When I made the switch to Universal Credit I thought it was going to be all deep realisations and quotes from some guy in a chair. Turns out I’ve been made to appreciate my insignificance more than ever. A few daft banknotes and even my mentor fails to return my calls. Thank gosh I’ve got my side hustle…

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And so we spoke in waking dreams
Through corridors of endless time
All through the darkened corners
Throwing lamplight upon the post

And then I remembered you
Upon a time when you were gentle
And like a father to me once
Pale blue light lit that corner

You were released
And I was strong for you
That you had known
This aching heart

The walls were screaming then
Another might have folded
Or simply left
Like others had forever

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Blind analytics
Petrify the spirit
Curse at the fallen
And count every fool

Don’t you like my painting?
I’m sure there is some movement
Something new
To you at least

Mine are all the same
Sheets of shite washed in the rain
I’d love to go to Spain
But who’s coming?

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He exists in the lower reaches
Thrives in those lost frequencies

Such an instrument, one, now the two
I too dwelt down there

There’s a lot of good music
But you’ve to go looking it

Look him, or maybe her up
Make a night of it

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Whatever sweetness there was got diluted
Disturbed by the awful dead oil all around
It wasn’t worth going looking
Too high a price for any gambler

That’s why I hold on
To these keepsakes

You have to wring the goodness out of them
Until they’re ready and willing to go
Crazy like John Wayne
Gacy, up there on the mountain

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Something I once suspected
Came to pass not long ago
Don’t ask me to explain it
Nobody really knows

Something beautiful happened
I watched a bitch sag out in heat
And I licked it with my feet
Just like mama said

You know you said to me this morning
I ain’t never been trying to hear
Nobody can’t tell me nothing
Until we get locked in my car

You can’t drive around the mount
I mean Woodstock or Olympus whatever
I want you to get up and jump
Take a woman out and make her

Beauty is all around us
It’s in your stupid face
Ugliness is a necessity
Go squint in the sun, wee son

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