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Last day of work for a while.. tiresome to be standing in one place all day, wrapping magazines in plastic.. and not good for my head to be breathing in those fumes.. yuck, burning plastic. It's better to envelope things. And put stickers on. Yay for stickers.. my fingers get sticky. These past three days have earned me 2000 nok, that ain't bad at all, and I don't even have to pay tax cause I don't make enough a year. Sa-weet. Today's poem was written years ago, I was trying out the whole abstract thing, first abstract piece I ever made..

Close my eyes, I see, I see
Maelstrom spinning
Lava running through the hole
Drip drip on the floor
Red hot river of blood
A black serpent
Gliding over barren wastelands
He stops, he sees
He can’t see me
I wasn’t there
I didn’t do it
He turns
A black serpent
Gliding
Don’t wake me up
This is where I live