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It was a bitter sweet cold English evening. Autumn leaves danced between the fingers and thumbs of the city. Traffic jolted along, reluctant as ever. The cities architecture was silent as people passed through it, waiting for nightfall to resume so they could continue conversations that were always interrupted by dawn. Tempers flared .. tempers bubbled over into slight scuffles that were swept up by the fear of police interruptions or interventions. In the inner city people are busy being into what they're into, be it a type of look or a type of gang of type of colleague or a kind of music. The news .. the news informs most people that they are safe from harm because big daddy institution will always make them feel more comfortable than others. Below me mice congregate and patiently wait for me to turn off the lights or leave the house so they can continue their krypton factor like gameshow activity in and around my living room. In and around my premises .. the premise i dont even own, i only rent. Take-aways offer you food cooked without love or consideration. Take-aways offer you food they wouldn't have set for themselves of their families. Adverts constantly remind me that its in my best interest to purchase something i may never really need ... a hoover with golfclubs pfft please! Voyeuristic gameshows prepare me for what will soon be us. Past and present governments begin to look and sound the same. People die .. babies are born. Emotions rage against hormones and blood vessels, and i watch with amusement as my body becomes even more bitter at the world as i grow older. The phrase "No-bodies perfect" is an understatement .. nothing was ever ment to be. The world exists, and even as i write im as guilty as the next. Most people love .. some people dont. Some love animals more than they love people. Some people just want to be treated equal. But the older i grow the more i realise this is never actually ment to happen. The globe is smaller than i realised .. and i think it's time for me to start lookin in the real eyes. My dad said " Son .. your not supposed to win .. once you understand that, you understand everything. Your not supposed to win, you were never supposed to win .. so win everything"

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