China
If I could fly, I probably wouldn't.
Yeah, I would.
The first point is that there are no points;
there never will be.
Last night I threw my bookshelf off the roof.
No pleasure, no sensation.
A presence of nothing, that's the goal.
I don't want that.
There are no marks on my record.
There are no records.
No thoughts, no feelings, no guilt.
Only movement and pain.
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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