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Feel good inc.
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The main character in that video, reminds me of a guy I knew…they carry the theme in their videos, but the song combined with the video concentrates the memory…
Of funky.
That was his nick.
He was 18, looked very much like the lead character (to me) in the feel good inc video.
Movement, characteristics.
At the time, I was a professional thief, it was how we sustained ourselves. I was very good at it. I could walk passed the guy I had just cleaned out, smile and look him in the eye and throw him off enough, that he wouldn’t notice I was carrying his new stereo system in my hand. Ive always been very good at what I decided to do, and being a filthy thief was no different. I got out of it, not because I got caught, or it stopped paying, I got out of it because I knew I was a piece of shit for doing it…Im sure that redeems me little, but that is that. I started stealing as a young child, food mostly, at my mother’s order and I was good at it, and though it is no excuse, perhaps a prelude to the continuation. Back to the story, we all lived together, us a bunch of thieves, and funky…the odd one out. Always had money, always quiet, always giving…Ive held him on my chest as he cried, with no explanation or hint of anyway to comfort him. I just held him and stroked his hair ad tried to think of something funny to say to make a smile break through an impenetrable dark. One day I was doing laundry. For the house, took itupon my self with no invitation, I went into his space (none of us had our own rooms) picked up his clothes, and I noticed a theme in his underpants. Blood. Blood right where his poop would come out, some times a mixture of both. I brought it to the attention of the only femasle in the house, a pregnant girl, whose lover was in jail, she thought we should try to talk to him. I said id do it alone, I was the only person who had worn his tears on her skin.
I asked him, he said nothing. Looked at me like I was the devil. Maybe I was. He left.
Wind mill wind mill for the land,
Learn for ever hand in hand
Love forever, love is free…lets turn for ever you and me
is every body in?
against the window…it’s the eyes
the full and empty eyes,
id hold him when he needed.
Love, what ever it is, perhaps not so free.
is everybody in?
i remember you
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