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Eastern Border

Tiny footsteps in a crowded room. Makes no sense to place myself into these shoes. I shuffle endlessly towards the station of doom. Christ I wouldn't take a drink in this place. The toilets are my only friend as they give me room. Crowds of people talking. Like a bed of noise inserted it floats amoeba like to make me feel sleepy. My old retreat.

It's not for the want of trying but socially you can be found dying in this place. The lack of space just is a dream for a relationship attack. But I follow an uneven train track just to get through. You make me sleepy but it could have been love. Though possibilities are ceaseless. I'm almost careless.....love don't work and these people make me feel like an Eastern border. Terminally nervous.

Oh Eastern border. This old disorder. Oh Eastern border. Nervous disorder. Discordant alibis mixed with the feeling that nothing is ever quite there but despite what is said I do care. Almost too much. But why should I when nothing ever seems to work. The nightime lurker in at it for the romantic crime. Oh Eastern border. This old disorder. Oh Eastern border. It must be murder.

If what happens in the end is just some trick then which conman must I tick to get the boxes filled in. And if the girl is standing there vouching for sin then who really is socially clean. What I mean is we're all zombies closing in on what we left behind. That fragmented piece of mind that cannot be found.

Always Gold, Silver or Bronze

Always gold, always silver, always bronze. Nothing ever matters just send the check in the mail. I might as well have told you things earlier but they just didn't work out. You know the usual shit that happens every Saturday night. Everything's getting expensive here I just don't know where to turn and who to turn to? Because each relationship is an instrument to be used and to use. It's consumerism at it's most deceitful level. But it's free so people don't see it that way.

Never the letter that does you better. Never the sweeter for your little Lolita. Every man three times her age unlocks their heart locked in a cage. Diamonds are nothing but tokens of affection. Hard times for their erection but hey you might as well get it on. These dreams don't last for long.

Always gold, always silver, always bronze. A swine is what it takes to fill the muck with the shit. Never misses a hit because he takes the bit between the bit. A bit like the blind leading the blind because we're all out of our minds being drawn on locusts because we've got it all sussed. For a telephone call sex orgy just dial the number while I steal your wallet......oh loverboy you make it seem so easy. Come on and please me some more. Nuh-uh I need more of your money, honey!

Suppose it's true in a way but I prefer them as they are

Your Eyes Should Be Blue

Your eyes reflect: Innocence and sweetness What's hidden behind your eyes: A calculating mind

What Color Should Your Eyes Be?