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Dear George

from You are Here by FEROXiDE

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A creaking stair, the gas light dims. A ghost of cabbage on the air. {all you knew, you always knew - and all you knew, we never knew)
Dear George.
An aspidistra sits, Beneath the nicotined nets. The tennis nets. It's queer out there tonight....
Dear George. There's dust on the book shelves.
Dear George. {all you knew, you always knew - and all you knew, we never knew) And memories of Indian summers.
Dear George. Coughing agitation.
The coughing agitation of the miserable middles.
Dear George. A hand fumbles to roll a fag... coughing in the mud, Eric Blair.

Rough men stand ready to do violence on your behalf, so you needn't worry, or be good all the time. You can choose happiness over freedom, never hear the truth or know liberty. Safe in your own contractions, beliefs and comforts - you can sleep well tonight.

Dear George. ... the lights dim in a bunker trench standing feet drenched, the scope pans out.... As a camera pans to a Big Brother room, A voice. The time. The day. We've been programed that way. Chickens entertain on their bad two legs, and the rats are beyond the screen, and they'd bite your face 'cos we really are that mean. In the fakeness of Not-Think we are dumb, picked on, pecking each other...for our own entertainment. Lights go up on a screen. Well set. Sleep well. Knowing it isn't you. It isn't happening to you. It is happening to someone who is not you - All the rats are beyond the screen. Dear George. 2and2and2and2and2....
IT'S 4! (Oh, Dear... George...)

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from You are Here, released August 28, 2020

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