Sounds of methylated muttering... hand stretched out for a mark. The mark of death stamped over one eye - two flies wrestle on his raincoat.... copulating to the muzak. But the people just fly by.... Finds a sanitary sanctuary... foot stretched beneath the door. Takes a drag on a fag and it's good 'cos it's menthol. He throws back his head and he dreams of the mountains. He's inhaling the muzak.... And as inebriated evening spat a path for nausea night; the lights went out with smothered curses. A young nurse cried-a cop cried with her. Cops are dating to the muzak.... He got an apathetic epitaph... There's no name on the headstone. They buried him on Tuesday. It rained. No-one came.... Busy listening to the muzak.
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