Fool's Paradise
The hole became my sanity as you revealed your invisible conversations
High rise flats were decorated in lavish carpets from Glasgow
I downloaded my fake childhood memories on a new app
A taxi brought back cloud 9 spewing large amounts of gobbledygook
I wasn't interested in the magnitute of your echo
Plastic tupperware dodges the stern vibrations from an underachiever
My thoughts escape and become shredded as reality blurs
Chewing on an out of tune harpsichord we watch the brothel mix
On repeat you turn inside out and shriek until the outlook hits the roof
I've arrived in fools paradise and its only 2.38pm
by Sam Freek
Author: Sam Freek
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Wednesday, December 12, 2018
Somewhere In Reverse - Short Art Film
I Like watching film clips in reverse as it brings a new dimension to the mundane.
Author: Sam Freek