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heaven's light has a useless backdrop. no one ever blinks at the very end. i'm going bankrupt with all the stormy weather, and we have to lease ourselves out so we can pay the rent. radar lets you know the rain isn't going away soon, but likewise, i'll be prepared for a massive drought. he looks in the mirror, but all he sees are the cracks, and he hasn't got the time to fix them nor to even figure them out.

so dream on.. just ignore the beep, and dream on until you can't sleep.

i listen to the song a thousand times, but it won't change the outcome of what has made itself known. i would erase everything i'd ever written if it was going to stop everything in my life from turning to stone. the cigarette smoke gets caught up under my breath. i choke and slowly return to the way that i was. laughter becomes a cruel means of substituting what i don't want to think about when i'm not having fun.