(0240) linear distraction
move along. nothing to see. crossed my fingers and had barely a shred left of honesty to my feelings. vaccine stuck in my veins. forgot to rhyme the verses in reverse... this paycheck will probably be voided before i can even have it cashed. another one stuck in my neck, but the dead will be resurrected soon enough. torso with a depressed ribcage floating down the river. picked my amnesia up off the kitchen table and had it for lunch. call it the agoraphobic consequences of my shattered day without a neon sun. the grass has been dead for years now... water must be contaminated. a guilty sentence filled only by time because time reflects life, and life is leaving. two hours to go, and my mind is cracking. tell the customers it's all over... and that the bottled water is down aisle thirteen... and the sugar - down aisle seven. frantic thoughts ensue. he said, "i must go," and he never came back.
the cats were oblivious to their suffering. all they wanted to do was sleep. if only we could get some sleep and be baptized in our dreams... only then, we'd be worth our weight in emotional trauma. the new world order expected the same with a different result. they expected the same but rejoiced with no shame when the world started falling apart; when their ideology was crippled. they were detrimental in their own right and useless by rational standards. secrets that weren't to be spoken, but the doors have now been busted open. i drank from that endless fountain of youth until i drowned in my self-indulgence.
my fingers walked off without my hands as i held onto my breath for what seemed like an eternity. this mental decay and social stagnation transformed into a postmodern delusion of extroversive insecurity, punctuated by a broken face. every word i've ever uttered has just become a wasted moment, fleeting in my memory and everyone else's. what a fucking lie. just stab this pen into my brain to relieve the swelling and go to bed without a dime's worth of difference. take another pill and hope i'll be different in the morning, but i doubt it. embryonic contusion grown to the size of a demented reality without any visible evidence to prove my case. lost inside of a crushing wave of futility on my way to death... or as we would like to hope for some insufficient reasoning, rebirth.
life was never as it appeared from far away. passed out in my bedroom and awoke two hours later with a non-alcoholic hangover.
the cats were oblivious to their suffering. all they wanted to do was sleep. if only we could get some sleep and be baptized in our dreams... only then, we'd be worth our weight in emotional trauma. the new world order expected the same with a different result. they expected the same but rejoiced with no shame when the world started falling apart; when their ideology was crippled. they were detrimental in their own right and useless by rational standards. secrets that weren't to be spoken, but the doors have now been busted open. i drank from that endless fountain of youth until i drowned in my self-indulgence.
my fingers walked off without my hands as i held onto my breath for what seemed like an eternity. this mental decay and social stagnation transformed into a postmodern delusion of extroversive insecurity, punctuated by a broken face. every word i've ever uttered has just become a wasted moment, fleeting in my memory and everyone else's. what a fucking lie. just stab this pen into my brain to relieve the swelling and go to bed without a dime's worth of difference. take another pill and hope i'll be different in the morning, but i doubt it. embryonic contusion grown to the size of a demented reality without any visible evidence to prove my case. lost inside of a crushing wave of futility on my way to death... or as we would like to hope for some insufficient reasoning, rebirth.
life was never as it appeared from far away. passed out in my bedroom and awoke two hours later with a non-alcoholic hangover.
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