Crawling up the walls, mirror balls…calling me, stalling me. Living in a fantastical denial, bile…in my bowl, it’s deep in this hole. Dark. Stark fear, cheers and geers from friends and strangers, it’s been ages...

Blackened thin blanket, from stony stacks. Sheen of soot on this town, on this here mound. I’ve found…blast furnaces and conveyer belts churning. I’m yearning, gerning for existence, resistance. Walking the distance. Panel beaters, wife eaters, backwards place, seen that face, hick race… ist in the midst. Feeeeeel the weight, the hate…of the “crisis”, the smoke, and the steam. Feel the beam…from hot steel streams….industrial dreams…dashed.

Old cliché- concrete jungle, my minds not jumbled, I’m complacent, see me deface it! Scrawling texts and visuals, scratching into soot… placing my foot…down on this boredom, you heard em’! The fun… police issue "stop", "drop", "hop", "skip" and "jump". Pump...ing machine arms, gristle thick in a bid to contribute…our tribute…to society, sobriety (never felt so harsh), propriety. Corporations…in many nations. These transnationals killing you, no few…to many days not wasted, get wasted! Be free? One day we’ll see…the end. See buildings of glass and metal reflect flashing lights, see fights, and heights…to tall. Humanity fall.