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AIN'T NO WAR BUT A CLASS WAR . YOU CAN ALWAYS TRUST A NAKED MAGICIAN . WE HATE IN OTHERS WHAT WE HATE IN OURSELVES . MY ENVIRONMENT IS A PRODUCT OF ME . THE MARK OF THE IMMATURE MAN IS THAT HE WANTS TO DIE NOBLY FOR A CAUSE, WHILE THE MARK OF THE MATURE MAN IS THAT HE WANTS TO LIVE HUMBLY FOR ONE .
GABRIEL GAYLE
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I want to sit in the office and tap my foot without anyone getting annoyed.

I want to interrupt, I want everyone to speak faster and I want to slow down and now I want to go home.

I want to stand at the bend of the road by the bus stop and have the lights of the car grow wider and wider . I want them to neglect they’re turn and mount the pavement, pinning my legs against the bus stop shelter.

I want to pick out the cigarette now burnt into my hand and play with blood soaking into my jeans, then rattle the back of my head against the plastic wall behind me.

I want my bedroom door shut and I want everyone to sleep forever. I want the phone to ring, the neighbours to knock, the cat to come in, the door to knock. I want the floor to shake and the ceiling to collapse.

I want to run the circuit of my room, dragging my hands against each wall , then stare at the wall on the right for 5 mins , then the one in front for an hour . I want to hold my breath until I faint and see how hard I can hit the wall before it cracks . How fast would I need to go before I started to dent the wall ? Would a successive volley of gentle hits work better than one Hail Mary?



I want to peel the plaster off and chew the brick dust then crush my pinky in the door hinge. I want to trace shapes in the brake dust coating my window, then lick the bird shit off the window sill, gurgle it in my mouth, and spit it onto my pillow before chewing the glass of the light bulb and flossing my teeth with the wire.

I want to bite my nails and trace the tear up to my elbow .I’d take the flaccid shavings of skin and soak the wet side in brick dust, letting the blood and fat run amongst the grit and then I’d take a picture .