Anti-Mind

Anti-mind
Endless talk, away What exactly, to say?
Anti-mind
Waiting for... way? Make sense who, say

Lots of greed for the wintertime
Walking
Burning core of aliveness flickering in
Never bed for the other time
Looney
Trying to keep the head empty of trash in me
Lots of fear for the summer time
Yearning
All the ghosts and the monsters and the thorn in me
Hot bacon contradiction time
Smell it
She gets louder not quieter
With the onset of death
Empty level, grey
Falling down, day
Anti-mind



Credits
Writer(s): Simon Critchley
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