japanese gardens from beatnik (compilation) by Luke Pfaff

i don't want to be emaciated, plagued with a plethora of so-called mental disorders. of course i would fall in love, me... just stuck with the burden of hereditary melancholy in ratty, urban places all my life, with a beautiful, young suburban girl... french... all too perfect... and across the floor crawls a centipede, so i feel defeated by disbelief, disgust, fear and insignificance. he swarmed me. dear centipede, suffering with your head smashed and squashed... you asked for it. only now am i beginning to feel some severance from this purgatory hell beyond the four years i spent with Madeline.
the wealthy brides maids are smoking rock.
there are words, so many words...
underneath the bridge
by the Japanese Gardens.

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