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bend my fingers back ‘til they break
to create a sound effect for a tape
with a tap-dancing scene
ends with a kiss
I can be your metronome
if you'll start the twitch

there are too many things left unsaid
like get the fuck out of my head
and breathe life into me
through this stale air
we will all start screaming
when we see the flares

of indifference and anarchy
there's growing pains and there's lethargy

when I ride my bike in the night-time snow
I stick my tongue out in the streetlight's glow
stinging nettles still need love to live
but there's only really so much love I can give

so break me open there's a staircase inside
the fire exit's in the back of my eyes
test the echoes in my muscles and bones
I hear that each cell has a different tone

but all I am, is all I conceive,
there's spreading stains on these bed-sheets

And I never want to go back alone to a square shaped flat and a cold stone work counter littered with the tattered remains of a meal prepared for one

That's one courgette, one fucking carrot, and one cold bed that I don't ever want to have to stomach

And does my skin bring out my features? Or am I missing the lustre of plastic coated peaches?

And so this is why when I break my bread, just to put half back in the bread bin, I don't eat it all but instead put some crumbs for the birds in the garden

Stay connected to your reasons for living, this might hurt your head but just don't fucking give in

And so what is life? It's chemical reactions and social constructions and personal crisis

But behind your eyelids there are no secrets, a thin layer of tissue, a vague memory’s residue

There is no path, there's not even terrain, we are just floating in space, which we should not try to name.

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from creepy crawlies and other living things, released July 17, 2013

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Dangle Manatee Glasgow, UK

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