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KORPERSCHWACHE



"Ignore The Need"

 By: Lord Randall



From the start, you’re rolling on stranger tides. Music for driving through urban ghettos, inhaling the squalor and splendor through your rolled up windows and locked doors. The sluggish, dog end of a gone by night best unremembered that is ‘Alcohol Poisoning’, with all its  sweet, sugared solitude. Half-time shufflesteps to the kitchen, stopping on the way to drink down the last of the doghaired gentleman, then self-waterboarding from the rusty faucet near the empty fridge. Every day’s a work day, in some way. Tribal drumbeats from the heart of darkness, and no sharer is secret within these walls. Talking about “clean” is like singing about architecture. Either one gets nothing done, and you’ve got a run to make. Triphammer heartbeats skip-slamming against your cottoned throat, your charcoaled ribs. Alabaster sharks swim ash-gray skies, dropping appendages from past conquests to the street – a mind here, a heart there – and no one’s the wiser. Everyone says they’re “here to help”, everyone’s always “there”, and whoever said you wanted help anyway. Feel the stone serenity only a nightstick kiss can bring. Drift…

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