Shit factory #2

Shit Factory

Part #2

1:44pm

A young dream isn’t an easy dream, a young love dreams an easy love; Cupids arrow sings swiftly on its mark.

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Factory boy: “I have to check my pay stub in about a half an hour, I have it written  on a note for u won’t forget. The machines demand my attention. I wonder how many hours the machine wants from me.

How many pay stubs till I am considered free?

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Meticulously planning without limits my ceaseless escape.

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It’s almost 2:30am and the line fucked up again. Maintenance Micheal is on his daring little way, Dalmatian jasper in the sink, I gaze at my forehead wrinkled, took a long swig of “what we call water for the waged” 12 hours a day…An artist doesn’t belong here tediously planning ones forbidden expression, meticulous in action superseding all escapes before, my escapes my own. My money, my time, my effort. Money shall fall from the sky as a feather of Ma’at.

Factory Boy: “ I gave it my all, I have to write or I won’t survive. I mysteriously must draw or I won’t survive, I have to sing my heart out, or I won’t survive. I’ll never surrender my precious little crown. “

Alone on a line is hell on wheels, racetrack dagger, fagget giggling in the girl’s restroom, Aline. Alone solitude. Studios have been trying their hardest to keep up. Studious and astute a scholar and languishing, evermore here now they’re young men now old. Solace—-

I gave it all up.

I have to paint to make it, I have to finish to survive. The air will not breathe me in if a paint brush gets too thin.

Factory Boy: (home, now drunk on fire) “it’s for me it’s not for you! It’s all for me, but I’m giving it to you. For those who cannot see, for those without eyes, I give to you my voice of treason…

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Back to the saddle,

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