Here I am,inspired to write because I am pissed off.I don't feel as bitter as I want to be.I need to re learn the English language.I seem insincere because I can't choose or decide fast enough.My penmanship seems scatological because of my lack of personality,or excess of personality.I am obsessed with the fact that I am skinny and stupid.I confide in too many conflicting opinions and parties and groups and classes and clubs and meetings and concessions and recessions and conventions wearing a grand hat with drink in hand boasting of the hunting and organised past time activities these 17 years have served.A sterile bacterial success.I've been to a lot of poetry readings and more importantly,writing.I don't think and when I do,I forget.Chemicals are the thing of today,today ill take as man chemicals as I can get my greasy paws on,because this scent reminds me of you.Yesterday's scent is still here today,I'm beached,flat out stranded and obsessed.I've got to leave because you're still here in my air,playing with my sense of smell,invading my airwaves.I'm a reactionary,in a way.I just react to what others say.
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