Don't read George Sheehan while on a bus
So empty i could jump off a building and float all the way down like a feather
So unremarkable, unworthy, and unknown, like the thousandth layer of grime out of a million, on the wall of a government building ...
The priveleged ,get to do work; the masses have to work to get to do work
Evil is energy indifferent to you
It mushrooms all over the place
glass and concrete and steel
And in this desert of civilisation
Grains of sand of rationality
A tendril of life
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