(0239) loose change
block out this writer's block so i can't forget. block out this writer's block so i won't forget.
with a gun in my hand and your heart as my demand, i crack my knuckles. i hold on to these responses for some magnetic tape delayed impulse. severed an artery four inches away from my defeated lungs. the compass in my car says to go the other way so i act accordingly.
dithering between hopelessness and a discontinued emotion. the latter comes at great expenditure but pays back in gold, tenfold. seeked out some comfort in another lost soul. damaged by its damaged face and saved by its only saving grace. a lead-filled, composite component reacting nicely with a sordid, ambiguous raindrop. pressing down on plastic keys underneath fingertips to sort out my lame, frozen desires. ice cream. ice cream would help me to write. ice cream and some cake. nevermind.
once beholden to the facts, i left my surroundings to become new again. the old man whistled while he worked, the young girl destroyed herself with a required, multifaceted personality, and i trembled.
said to the stone, "i know no more," and left my oxygen for somebody else. this is a light that will never burn out. i can tell.
a distant impression traveling through numbers on a fucked up train of sorrow. just let it sink in until it's time.
there's change in my pocket, and you can take whatever you want.
with a gun in my hand and your heart as my demand, i crack my knuckles. i hold on to these responses for some magnetic tape delayed impulse. severed an artery four inches away from my defeated lungs. the compass in my car says to go the other way so i act accordingly.
dithering between hopelessness and a discontinued emotion. the latter comes at great expenditure but pays back in gold, tenfold. seeked out some comfort in another lost soul. damaged by its damaged face and saved by its only saving grace. a lead-filled, composite component reacting nicely with a sordid, ambiguous raindrop. pressing down on plastic keys underneath fingertips to sort out my lame, frozen desires. ice cream. ice cream would help me to write. ice cream and some cake. nevermind.
once beholden to the facts, i left my surroundings to become new again. the old man whistled while he worked, the young girl destroyed herself with a required, multifaceted personality, and i trembled.
said to the stone, "i know no more," and left my oxygen for somebody else. this is a light that will never burn out. i can tell.
a distant impression traveling through numbers on a fucked up train of sorrow. just let it sink in until it's time.
there's change in my pocket, and you can take whatever you want.
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