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(part 1) [see parts I to VIII together below] P/C please

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undefined generation,
indefinable situation...
all of the movement, frozen
society transformation, paralysed
contimplations shivering upon a cross, lost
generation.

Blinding flux machine speed lust for life but that life's not Life i tell you, he said, scratching his tannin beard a timeless forgotten old man, dying, always dying...

So all of us are waiting,
we stand firm in our pocket,
cold, our muscles shaking,
sent to the back of class.

All you want is definition,
all you want is contextualisation,
but this is the end
the end, end, end,
of time -

- a final stutter before all-stop.