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Socrates
Posted: 01 July 2004
Word Count: 45
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he kissed my hand after the cigarette
and told me how they’d blinded him
there was nothing but alcohol and nicotine
a corporate world around us
well they’ve blinded me too
shot through my brain
he kissed my hand
not all Londoners are cold
hitmen
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 anisoara at 13:06 on 01 July 2004
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Oooh, Bogdan, I love this.
I am interpreting this as the corporate world around blinding the 'you' and the 'him' of this piece. The corporate world as the hit men. What a relief to find another living person, another victim.
I am reminded of the first time I went to London as an adult My entry was the up escalator from the Piccadilly tube into the mad rush hour. It was frightfully cold, especially as I had just come from years living a in delightfully warm and emotional place!
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Al T at 13:55 on 01 July 2004
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I like this a lot, Bogdan. However, because of your name, I couldn't help thinking of the Russian Mafia, who are currently buying up swathes of prime London property. They are scary people.
Write on,
Adele.
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Btw, just spotted a typo - alcohol
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olebut at 20:04 on 03 July 2004
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Bogdan
the chill of the reality of the true effects of materialism and marketing hype
well done very effective
david
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Lawrenco at 23:42 on 07 July 2004
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Cold as ice,i`ll have mine on the rocks take the pain from charred eyes...Very punchy liked the cruel twist .
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