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This will probably be the last time I make some bullshit excuse to you people. I finally finished up the legal battle I was in, and have started to settle down from the festival I went to. Have a few pieces in my notebook I need to type up, but this is something I wrote there:


Guzzling Gasoline

Windswept eyes see sorry sights
thrown about the wastes
blinded by the soot and smoke
and frozen in the night
burning by the heat of day
and pissing liquor, straight
I take a sip of gasoline
to, at last, ride eternal.