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Moved by a Wheel

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Found a song today,

There lyrics were...

From the original Track by SOHN: 

But if I...  Had my way.

They might end up



I died a week ago
There's nothing left
It's caught on video
The very last breath

My very last breath

The memory ache continues

Beyond your very last breath

So exist against the deficit

Expound the moral lullaby

A deluge against regret

Until the very last...

One breath...

At a time


Until the last...



All this fuss over nothing
Reinventing yourself in fire infused sand

The first light invention flash bulb: wheel
All this searching for something that's seemingly...

But fantastically real
All this fuss over everything
Reinventing the domestically abused wheel
All this searching for something that's not real.

The approximate intentions of reality…

Fill conviction with purpose…

But it isn’t…
So says the media wounded intel


She died a week ago

A linear seven unapologetic day cycle
There's nothing but memory ache shrapnel embed tears left

A red siren light deviant illuminated chalk sexual outline caught on video

The domestic caste masculine immoral bushido system hid the evidence

Of the violent intent finger army cob epidermis web cocoon siege

Covert tension confidence disguise hiding sexual aggression

A carnal intoxicated bargain of compliance

Gambling with the disguise of wolves

A one (k)night phantom or hero

Lead her to her last breath...

Her very last breath

In time a dementia avalanche

Will cave in all memory land nightmare mines
Covering the shrapnel of evidence
Caught on dreamscape relapse

Gallery of videos beyond detail

Every night's wishful thinking

To be the last time
The very last time...

She remembered

(His curse)

All this fuss over seemingly nothing
Reinventing the misogynistic nurtured cogs of the wheel

All the searching for something that's not possibly real
All this fuss over theological unproven theories
Reinventing the moral wheel
All this searching for something that's not real
The trenches of nature...

Something not even real

Not even real

I died a week ago

They say there's nothing left

Nothing but intentional drama left

As if I left by blade to skin f(r)iendship

I swear it wasn't bullet suicide

It's not as the deviant says…


So there's nothing left
It wasn't caught on video
My chalk modifying last breath

Mere memory outline

My very last breath


So continues...

The memory ache

Unreported global assault

All moral trenches reveal

Chivalry is a mask of misogyny

Lying silent in beautiful insecurities

That no man will ever again...

Set foot in them

And so I died


Was my last breath


◄ Malefic Condescension Myths at Play

The Wheel Take II ►


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Harry O'Neill

Sun 29th Jun 2014 16:53

I`m aware that this kind of `mindmix` stuff is not to be approached expecting too much clarity...but
I`m intrigued by the (funereal urn?) shaping of the text in the picture.It seems too civilisedly
out of kilter with the rest of it.

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