The money making machine has had years to sharpen its precision, years to anoint giants, years to find out what you like, what makes you aroused, even ways for the money to make money. The newspaper prints don’t stop, the harbors never slows, the airport man never goes home, and the streets only receive a gentle sweeping ready to be sheened by the proceeding day’s oil and rubber.
Burnt out filaments, don’t sell your fuse just yet. We need the ember of rage, warmth to keep passing time.
Marked urban lines of remembrance for those who care. The refineries nighttime glow is constant, and a reminder that we are a taker not a giver. Not a lover. Not someone one you take home to meet mother. The hue of this poison offers some strange beauty. In ours lights, in the sunset, even the smells become comfort. Shadow skinned handshakes and covert agendas offer you little worry. She’s not going anywhere, we are.
Burnt out filaments, don’t sell your fuse just yet. We need the ember of rage, warmth to keep passing time.
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