Ghettos and SuburbsThey say one and one does not always Make two The world is not etched only in black And in white So do i know how to feel; Although genius or artist i may not be? Percieve myself product of my reality?Ghettos and Suburbs
\"Black and White does not always make free\"
Intravenous Flows through a thousand ghettos and suburbs From East Ham right through to East Bay The ska flows from my radio into the night From the picket fence out of towns to the Deadness of this haunted city Disturb the darkest huddled dreams Framed only by the sanguine moonlight
Unknown RoadSo sit and stare at a box full of lights do whatever it is that you do the world is monotonous with no-one to talk to, but when no-one will talk to you?Unknown Road
they say all roads lead to Rome but the roads are all broken the columns have fallen and the people bereft of home...
Underclass installment 11.ContemplationUnderclass installment 1
I sat I watched She strode into the night The darkness Like a blanket Offered her a vestige A notion of security, Fear
I sat I watched The night consume her The blackness Offering me a remnant Of what she could have been, Resent
She walked She did not see Did not think Thoughts not of herself She strived For a million possibilities Spread-eagled Upon the fabric of time, Torn.
Had she strove for violation? Did the darkness strive for her? Or
SoldierHe stood , onlooking, as the world around him flurried, like some far-concieved snowstorm puppetry, a myriad of colours,Soldier
remaining uniform,
against their common backround of drybrushed sandy buildings.
somewhere deep inside, advancing, it struck; This was humanity... The thought convulsed over the past tense, somewhere far away.
uncomfortable, a shape looms on the horizon, the vulture on the sun, like hawk descending, over the cyclonic sand,
And somewhere deep inside, freshly aware, every sinew, every fiber, coag
wow
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Join a religion and forget the hassle of thinking for yourself
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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'I have a strong urge to fly,
but i have no-where to fly to'
Ah, you okay then?
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