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You write to breathe, for the air is too thin to hold words. You hide in false memories because reality is for to compromising. You dream to see, and speak to hear. There is no independent variable, just writing that feeds itself, always drowning. You stare down at your bleeding hand, sitting on a rock billions of years old, surrounded by trees and snow. The wind howles through evergreens, in your mind you can imagine the chirping of woodland animals had they not gone extinct. You watch the sun dip beneath the skeletons of deciduous trees, and your shadow casts across the lichen. This is neither empty nor full, it is. The hum of the interstate lies just over the next rock, you can hear it echo, reminding you that this place has been touched.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Mindfuck

Discard this never-ending, everbending old simulacra simulation what life was like to a future amoreux saying

"So jaded, eyes faded,
screaming what's to do with all this speaking bullshit?"

Descend through your grandmotherfucking old chemodana simulation as it casts it's sillouette by the window screaming

"So jaded, belated
So lately try to find a way through this torn wrist jungle of another lover,

ch'
Deep in the places where a thousand others to say that how could you let yourself go like this to say that somehow one would ever stay?

Defy to cry as the blood pours past 8 fucking staples for a girl named Alyssa on a shamed February night when I

"Was lonely, was younger
when I was just another eccentric maker for my pity

Past fists and goodchilds to try and justify my failure to accept my absolute dismisal of this failed overloved lover cause I,

ch'
Creep through the mines where a couple others strayed to say that how could you just cut and kill to say that you were something different?

Escape the clutches of another frau tussi thinking somethings got to give make it crumble when I fuck up crying only to myself because I could only be myself when you built walls where others shamelessly let me in with a blue orchid and a promise that could not hold.

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