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grassblade
grassblade
American Gift of life, eternal. / Living on through each other, / An endless, fractal.
It has been a long, tumultuous voyage.. into complacent.. stagnant.. normalcy. I've swum the tides of fortune, pleasure, knowledge.. and as they fall I can feel the dry sand, chafing my sanity. I've seen wonders of the world, built to inspire - inevitably in vain. Opportunity and privilege have no purpose in a frozen museum of a life. They snuck onto me covertly.. unnoticed. A lame onesie.. slightly too tight around the neck... obnoxiously, unnaturally colored for no reason. I've cast off all semblance of any character I once had and I lay here now in bed In my plebian pajamas and with my flaccid life.
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Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 3:04 AM UTC
Plebian Pajamas & the Flaccid Life
mask of virtue over a smooth brain
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Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
Untitled
There's a circus on my back,     and a monkey leading the show. I could try to get my life on track,    but I'd really like to go.
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 4:38 AM UTC
Circus
Put hands on mouse and keyboard to turn on this fog machine. Filled my mind with cloudy vapor and now I cannot see.
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Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 5:32 AM UTC
Fogbook
Wet. sand. pours. from. my. heart. . . . . into. a. castle. of. doomed. ambitions. . . . Too-quicksand. counts. each. beat.,. . . 'til. the. terminal. grain. . leaves the partial life           unfinished
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
Hourglass
the clocks are rising up in rebellion and nothing can stop them quick! we have to sleep before it's too late
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Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
Mania from Staying Up Late
The untended **** can only grow 'til the roots take to stone and it soon becomes known Should a tug be its fate, then a hole must be filled but the stone won't forget even if the garden will.
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 4:17 AM UTC
The garden ****
The wilting rose in its heart only grows. Lest the final petal falls, due return? who knows..
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 4:11 AM UTC
The Wilting Rose
May love find you, and fear flee your name. sadness steel you, and courage bring you fame. Let love **** you, and fear keep you sane. sadness heal you, and courage bring you pain. Let be, all that may, and suffer on another day.
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC
Let What May, Be
she says i'm sweet but that i'm too cheesey. I tell her - sweet cheese is ice cream and i'm glad you're so cold else I'd be a puddle
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
ice cream