Evening News from Ambitious People by Negative Scanner

The air is shattered like a broken window. Night time lights flash over small-town hellholes. The cold of concrete slabs and the cats that are dressed in strange old rags. Woke up in a flower bed and he wonders why he isn't dead. Baby's sleeping under the staircase. And the clouds in the distance, they turn to him and they say: as time goes on, are you the only one in this whole wide world, a sad universe? All I want is to be left alone. Why am I always left alone? Battered in old hand-me-down clothes. BBC News says the heat's like a hot stove. But what's going on? Am I the only one in this whole wide world, a sad universe?

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