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Tuesday, 9 April 2013
GOD CAME
flat dirty Essex spreads to grey horizons indistinct round the edges like a dirty rug years old and trodden in mildewed on a council estate garage floor and seeing it from the hospital admin tower on the hill waiting in an open office corner of bad chairs for a recorded TALK with Personnel on attendance and wondering where the eff my useless union rep is i think about a god high above and how he might have felt all that time ago when his balls were hot and heavy with creation ejaculating god-seed over a nascent molten globe
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