Squalor & Amphetamines (YYZ-PDX)
Another day in the squalor and the amphetamines
Take hold dear friend for I am lost
Can you see the journey that has taken me back?
I relish in the joy that is irrelevant and ambitious.
Mindless pursuits do not matter; they are quasi platitudes
Sift your damn sand if you will; the end is just and end…
It is Christmas without light; it is winter without a sunrise.
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