24 PLANer OF THE ARTS / DECEMBER 1995 AN ESPRESSO, TEA & ICE CREAM PARLOUR WITH INTERESTING THINGS OLD & NEW TO BUY ON GRANVILLE ISLAND (on the waterfront boardwalk between the Arts Club and Mulvaney’s) Untitled eo age have you ever felt yourself ae oe so tied up in red barb wire that your no longer certain if the red is the colour of the wire or your blood or the anger exploing in your brain and if you move no matter what you do how carefull you are or how unheeding of the consequences You Wiel -seEbtr cut yourself to shreds -cindy spence lee wAngst a dedication of words to the poetically endowed students of Emily Carr by Jacob “Coma” Bauming Drowning. Drowning. Cut my throat and set me free. I can take your challenges no longer. I am exhausted. Have you had your fun yet? Kicking me. I’ve tried to be your marionette, to no avail. Tortured. The slave of many games. Your lies tear me apart inside. Capsized. I can hear the words of so many lost meetings. playing over and over in my head. No more. What will become of this tragedy I call breath? Only in Emptiness do I exist. I suffocate in your words. They are caustic. T can stand 1t- no -tongex.. Forgotten. Never. I cannot accept the responsibility of Living. I have lost. Defeated. Exiting time in a whirlpool of blood. Tears. LeCLy. And leave this world. Alone. 24 rower or re as | oeceen 1995 AN ESPRESSO, TEA & ICE CREAM PARLOUR WITH INTERESTING THINGS OLD & NEW TO BUY (ON GRANVILLE ISLAND (ca the waterfront boardwalk between the Arts Clb and Mulvaney’) Untitled have you ever felt yourself so tied up in red barb wire that your no longer certain if the red is the colour of the wire or your blood or the anger exploing in your brain and if you move no matter what you do how carefull you are or how unheeding of the consequences you will still cut yourself. to shreds -cindy spence wAngst ‘a dedication of words to the poetically endowed students of Emily Carr by Jacob “Coma” Bauming Drowning Drowning. cut my throat and set me free. T can take your challenges no longer I am exhausted. ve you had your fun yet? Kicking me. I've tried to be your marionette, Tortured. ‘The slave of many ganes. Your lies tear me apart inside Capsized. I can hear the words of so many lost meetings. playing over and over in my head. No more What will become of this tragedy I call breath? only in Emptiness Go I exist I suffocate in your words. ‘They are caustic. I can stand it no longer. Forgotten. Never. Z cannot accept the responsibility of Living. I have lost Defeated. Exiting time in a whirlpool of blood. ‘Tears. rer. And leave this world. Alone.