Why is everything endless?
By samhennig
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Strange worlds of repetition and bullshit.
Oil and house paint on canvas and hung over a disused light switch.
I live in a half made house.
The windows creak and the doors won't close properly and only three quarters of the lightbulbs actually work.
Everything just keeps on happening,
over and over and over and over,
like a monkey with a tape deck and a Hot Chip single on track.
Should I delay my wash so
my clothes don't smell like damp?
I didn't even realise that was a thing,
I never read manuals. I sort of
delay everything really.
Strange worlds of repetition and bullshit.
Worlds colliding, arriving
at conclusions; callously colluding
to create lost love that will never exist.
Jesus, I forgot you. Where did you come from?
Oh yeah?
That's nice.
I really wish I had known that before.
Jesus as an exclamation not
the son of god. Sons of gods.
The sun god.
Okay I'm just playing some kind
of word association,
streaming consciousness.
Strange worlds of repetition and bullshit.
Paint me a colour I don't know.
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