I GOT NOTHING http://www.alansondheim.org/NOTHING.png my failure of my work while i am alive, unraveling and there's no audience for what i do the stats have it on youtube, facebook, and webpage i'm tending towards naught and starting ending and there's no way, lout! it's not a matter whether i might thrive, or traveling or whether my work might in some sense be true against my struggle, some sort of incandescent rage, bending boards or taught, land's sending messages against me, what a rout. nothing's left of mind or fellow groveling, at least in this urbed prison where i'm sick and rue among the others, as if i were a manque sage, rending hordes of texts, taut, bland and fending against the thoughts of death, well i scream, tout a glass for yorick, i find myself sniveling this town holds me like scabrous wasted glue no sisters and no brothers here, what might presage my mending rattled brain, shot, glands and wending broken the lungs' breath, slaughtered, i gleam, flout a pass through new york, winding, not foretelling i'm blown cold, basted and more than through, hands blistered, no others, sere, this dark age fending the battled strain, hot lands and rending choked, the bunghole's depth, bothered, dying out _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
