brett-bergerWhisper

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Walgreens pharmacy girlWalgreens pharmacy girl / your upturned nose and your hair pulled back / here to pick up my prescription and a snack

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variations on a theme of the interrogativeWhat I need and where to get it? / What I want and when to act? / Wheres the answer and who gives it?

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deepit's only deep in the night when my mind wanders most that i ponder why another night of drinking alone is the status quo. it's when i wonder why the wheel that started spinning so long ago keeps spinning, in the same direction and general speed. deep in the night is when the doubts and regrets run rampant like rioters through the square, flipping cars amidst flaming tires. it's when the needs and the wants clash for supremacy, assuring the mutual destruction of each. loves lost carve their names into my neocortex. where dreams unrealized fill their time by playing ping-ping until they're ****** from the backburner to manic importance. deep in the night is when blood-shot eyes and blaring computer monitors have a staring contest. deep in it, thought becomes reaction and the beans spill accordingly. knee-deep and we're ravaging the calm into frenzy and burning the books of our beliefs and abandoning rationale in favor of the spectre of immediate gratification at any cost, at any loss. deep in the night where no light penetrates, things become somehow illuminated.

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intergalactic mindfuck via laser guided robot beamsTick / The days pass, without my consent it seems, but the hours themselves tick by only slowly enough to make you aware of their existence / Just slow enough to check the clock twice in one minute- a little too quick to remember the time you just checked twice.

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brain scurvyTheres never the right words to describe feeling like I feel, even if the right words existed they would fail to properly define how scared I am for myself and my actions and the results that these poor ******** who love me will have to go through. The very awareness of my intelligence and my unbelievable fortune are for some reason both my only blessing and ultimate demise because the luckiest man in the world is never content. Im sick inside, im sure im dying. Why cant I just start over, I know id do it the same, only maybe id see it earlier, maybe I could spare her the pain she doesn’t yet know is coming.

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love at first typehow do you justify a head spun so spun from a virtual verbiage virtually vindicating a long lost ideal supposedly lost in the war, practically lives ago. closed eyes like picture frames for a face so quickly etched into their very own new and nervous neurons. novel indeed but hardly new, reminders and reminiscence of made mistakes recovering from the back burner blindside. yesterdays regrets dont matter much in this dream and a refusal to awaken is the only option. it's only what you've been waiting for if you recognize it when it passes you by on the boulevard. Numerous enough are my days for me to understand the importance of open eyes for blinking is risky with this vision. ice ages have taken hold and regressed since the last time that friendly chemicals werent responsible for such an onslaught of smirks. the concept of "we", of "us" something subsurface unseen yet present with a strong presence presenting preconceptions upturned and made moot. you frighten me in the best way. the best kiss my lips never received, from the pacific with love. from the sea itself.

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it says what?at least it was sooner than later / at least you never got the chance to hate her / blissfully ignorant and that's the way it'll stay

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hows the weather, ay?Knee deep in my poison / The itch unreachable / A light burn, singed lungs

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tomorrow is todayPuckered like your sweet and sour apple agitation / drowned down by your wine turned vinegar libation / armed with a guilt-driven sorry that topples nations

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coffee at midnightCoffee at midnight to keep the dreams at bay / The murderous, torturous dreams of yesterday and today / Even the good ones are nightmares instead of dreams

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