#167 (nightly concerto)

a nightly concerto casting away any hope of sound sleep instead he is listening to  crickets clittering blended with the shattering of  bottles and the low pounding bassline from the clubs ♦ tonight he'd prefer a club to pound on his head instead   16th July 2017  

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#160 (gigantic silverball)

gigantic silverball watcher over the crowds the busy and lazy likewise let them eat cake and fries shit or mud your stoic gaze never changes although you get polished from time to time nothing escapes your view as you silently guard the marching of the masses uncaring, ungiving your cold stare  piercing my heart   … Continue reading #160 (gigantic silverball)