Opening Without A Thought, A Flower. Thinking Without being open, A Person. Soaking In a Drought a cactus. Drowning in Abundance We. Life is not a recipe. Its a mystery, To me. I've no advice but how about, you ?
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walking around the drydock of maryhill i notice the grass is poking through the plaque the streets stank of horse shit but the grass got cut i saw a picture of school girls in woodside school in science lesson each at her stool, with vials and tools but down in dawsholm paper mill , the maryhill martyr, 19 , killed while striking for his workers rights. back then we had money. we had empire, we had money. history is not a ghiest dialectical with constant growth and linear progression our society was richer and so was our exploitation we lie awake wondering if it really is as bad as all that now in some far off place.