I'm not sure I'd be happy in the ditch all the time
Dirty beggars, scummy foam, drizzle imperceptibly soaking my skin
Leaving me shivering and unsure
But there's a time and a place for a bit of grunge
It breathes reality into life
It licks off the sugar coating
It allows us to appreciate every perverted detail
See distilled colours around us
Feel the lightning touch of the tips of the end of the wohrld.
Like static. An electrified gesture
And then sink. And enter the glacier.
Keep me there.
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