User – Written Thursday 28th October 1994 (Aged 19)


you use your mind in strange ways
you melt time
and weld together the long days
secret priestess of the past
you know the future
will it ever last?
will they take everything away
you know, the special ones
who made everything, even the rainy day
even the mad people on telephones
it has got to be real
no holographic 3D image
that cannot be touched and has no feel
projected from the future
onto a widescreen
and the future becomes strange
the hopeless dream

James Garratt – Thursday 28th October 1994

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