Old Book Needs a New Cover

Okay so i found this in the shitty bitten crap doofus of a notebook, which I wrote on my trip back to Taiwan. I am yet to write anything about it cause it leaves me feeling rather emptied out.
I'm not sure if i make sense to myself anymore, i mean hello just look at the following!
But some may say it is trash, some may not. I'm swinging between the two right now, so i mite as well dump it here:


"Old Book Needs a New Cover"

Let us re-define
the deep and the meaningful?
Nope. It's the deep and the meaningless
And mystery in the useless
I'm the collector
(yawn)

Fetishes - the new thirst
Honesty - the new ketchup
Cigarette fumes - the new purple
But confusion is not the new clarity.

"Why" - my favourite question
"Dunno" - my faviourite answer
Probably. But then..... (I dunno)

Now and always.

Grass suddenly tastes like glass
While rain tints the hairs on my back
I wish I'm the bruised raven
bathing in the morning moonlight

Shivers
Comfort awaits.

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Man! *&^%%^#^&%*
as i type this i'm not sure if i like it at all!!!!
what the fuck!!!
but i'm not going to edit this post.
argh. screw it.
something good will come up.
:)
....meanwhile i'm dying to have a cancer stick.......