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August 21, 2010 / Gio

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No Exit – Sartre

Pernicious neon jungle  

doing me in,   

more bull than Pamplona,   

sing me a lullaby.   

Bedlam sweet compared   

and manner uncouth.   

Hoodwinked!   

Skimble skamble, skimble skamble.   

Cowardice and manipulation,  

suicide and murder.   

Cumberland reeks of burnt flesh,   

stratagems and bad spirits;   

we’re ejaculating on each other.   

What the hex going on here?

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