i couldn't concentrate
can't even try to
these thoughts are once again
taking me down
i couldn't relax
though i'm pushing through
i'm trembling with rage
in a convulsion
posthumous fame
posthumous abundance
my own death
in compliance
murderer
this scene is a murderer
awakened senses
dusk til dawn
no particular permanence
no exceptions
it's hard to participate
in abundant activity
can't avoid the cleverness
of my captivity
this scene
it's so mean
no one can get away in a blink of their eyes
no one can have what they desire
i still can't believe the meanness of this enterprise
i cannot prognosticate with all its lies
denounce
2004.09.03_O07-02_servitude by means of malfunction
