jaggedly insane normal days by Aad de Gids

dark, dark not the mindset or how we now like to percieve
the blogosphere-globosphere but the gradual at first and then
almost treacherously quick onset of prenight this all, yet sort
of mindset or how we rolled through this day with bluesy, sung
“end” “liquid spirit” well we all know what that means, to lick
the gin off the icy pole poledancer felted floorcovering Harlem
seedy porncinema and your body satiated with the stolichnaya,
gin and other juice, the brains fluidisizing their facilities short
circuited korsakovian milky ocean of forgetfulness and again,
rolling no less, through the day being tired, grievant for this
world, juiced like an in the 70s banned “outspan” orange which
were south african and the labourers plucking them treated
like you neither should treat a dog, cheap hooker or alzheimer
hedgefund park ave granny this is how our bodies and souls
get corroded, willfully often, to escape harsher reality all the
new fuck-ups in charge: hay hair and economist reductionist
“points of view” fuck them and let us concentrate on th’endings
of our own days a certain blogorama and an athmospheric coil

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