gray walls with no pictures for fear of outside thoughts.
Stand here please!
yellow tape strips the floor and takes my will with it: follow.
What's your purpose here?
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Ah, the joys of beaurocracy, queueing for a living to the beckoning of disembobied voices and ticket tout machines that determine your place in the pecking order of supplicants awaiting your stamp of approval. Superb Heath, superb.
Heath! you are an incredible poet! i love your style the wisdom of your words astounds me' what i am trying to say is i want to read more of your poetic rampages