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[sid] => 3728
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Tragedy Sells
[time] => 2002-09-12 06:10:57
[hometext] => I just want feedback. Thanks.
[bodytext] => i heard the concrete fall a year ago
at work they wouldn't let me hear the radio i worked retail i stocked cards and i tagged t-shirts then sat outside and smoked until my lungs hurt the grain of the wall it can't feed all the people inside it the pain of the one in this culture run so you can buy it places for cars and places for bars places to hide in this place is so great i mean this is so great can't deny it but i can't stop smoking i stay up later every night stars are losing to the light of spokane and phoenix and brooklyn i'm still looking and the masses who've never known anything else cry together lie to feel right but they keep it to themselves those ignoble phallouses mourned though they kept humanity shelved i cant stop smoking i mean i CANT stop smoking i turned off my tv it can't reflect me it will give us reruns of georgie and donnie and dickie the people don't know they're neither en masse or alone the people don't know because they don't want to be shown the people the people the people the people they moan and the cities they sound just like hell and the moment the first of the two towers fell they looked and they ran and they ran and they fell and some cried cause they thought they'd heard their last trading bell and i cant stop ***** cant stop ***** smoking they told me to shop and i thought they were joking i'll buy condoms and cartons i'll buy magazines i'll buy papers and beer and believe what i read ***** you for telling me how we all feel you've broken my pencil and hardened my will now i type out my anger on my pentium dell and i laugh like a cynic i smoke just as well as jet feul on paper you know tragedy sells [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 8 [informant] => Breathe [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy )
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