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I am so broken. .....so broken.
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Tin City. Ragged plastic bags of men, Corrugated Steel in makeshift den, Bellies begging bring me meat to chew, For I haven't eaten for a week or two. 'We' are eating Sunday Lunch, Already bursting from a blow up brunch, No time to let, and digest mass, While their skinny selves have had no fecal pass, WHY IS IT, WHY INDEED, DO WE SWEAT SO MUCH, WHILE THEIR STOMACHS BLEED? Michael J Waite.
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Blog entries by ZTK Space
Nae The Time To Ask For Slippers (16/07/2024)
Nonetheless Is Under Control (10/07/2024)
A Hopeman Song (25/06/2024)
What Did The 'D' Really Stand For? (06/06/2024)
These Four Walls (26/05/2024)
The Observations of The Strath and Formant (04/05/2024)
Nothing Works (23/04/2024)
The Event (11/04/2024)
Unshouldered Rifle (09/04/2024)
All Shapes All Sizes, All Makes All Ways (06/04/2024)
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Audio entries by ZTK Space
Nae The Time To Ask For Slippers (16/07/2024)
Nonetheless Is Under Control (10/07/2024)
These Four Walls (26/05/2024)
The Observations of The Strath and Formant (04/05/2024)
Nothing Works (23/04/2024)
The Event (11/04/2024)
Unshouldered Rifle (09/04/2024)
All Shapes All Sizes, All Makes All Ways (06/04/2024)
Amboselli (revised edit) (14/02/2024)
Be Gone Thine Crystalline Indoctrination (27/10/2023)
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