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sometimes I feel that my only friend
is the city i live in 
the city of angels
random
ice crystals floating in the  black vacuum
thoughts in the mind
photons traveling in a straight line from Andromeda until they hit my eye
2 million years journey
singing the same old songs
whiskers on kittens 
John Coltrane
so what
sex and drugs and rock and roll
the meaning of 42
catch 22
keep running yossarian
earworms
hamlet
thursday next
spinning tangents
structure and reason
riffs and rhythms
the detritus of the mind
the compost of everyday
news clippings and adverts
songs and faces
loves and dreams
stirring the gumbo
what will rise to the surface
holocaust or hallelujah
and all the banality in between
buy new improved sudso 
what's on TV tonight
man she's got excellent tits
sometimes I feel that my only friend
is the city i live in 
the city of angels
the rain it raineth every day
lost like tears in rain
the river 
the stream
the oxbow lake
the tide pool
flotsam and jetsam
merry and pipin
and a barrel of pipe weed
pop culture
fizzy drink culture
carbonated
rise to the top and gone
burp or Shakespeare
the populism of the Globe and west side story to libraries of dissertations and phds
to transcend
fruit tree
art
fame
meaning
death
room 101
catch 22
42
to be or not to be
word salad or something more nutritious
fattening dressings or protein and vitamin rich
ambulance blues 
its hard to see the meaning
flotsam and jetsam
buy sudso
sometimes I feel that my only friend
is the city i live in 
the city of angels
oxbow lake
jokers to the left of me 
jokers to the right
here i am 
stuck in the middle with you
ear ear
whiskers on kittens
and then i don't feel so bad
yet i do
so what
said the jumper to the thief
nevermind
February stars
I'm in love with a cinnamon girl
but she doesn't love me
and planet earth is blue and there's nothing i can do
i feel ready to burst like a rotten yogurt pot
whisper whisper whisper
the screaming is too much
i feel i've done enough damage
whisper whisper whisper
the puss inside me
whisper words of life
whisper words of balm
whisper words of friends
whisper words of courage
whisper words of chocolate
whisper of smiles
whisper of sunlight, warm and tender,
sometimes I feel that my only friend
is the city i live in 
the city of angels
sometimes I feel
sometimes I feel
sometimes
sometimes
some of the time
some of the time
I take pills or try to hang myself
some of the time
I sit in the sunlight and the air whispers across my ear
some of the time I have hope