I wil lnot always feel this way
An electric storm inherent to its vice
The day billows the drifting haze
A memory attached to a cursed process
Rhythm flanked by uncertainty
Yes i was there but was i really
Happiness claimed by the veil
Sadness masked by a laugh
The sounds echo through synapses
I saw the end and came back again
I saw the end and came back again
Am i the same as ive always been

Sometimes the only information left is in the form of a question. Was that a waste? The by product of existential quandaries gone awry again... The wastefulness of asking oneself about wastefulness is quite possibly the rosetta stone of consciousness but a waste one could argue if feeling up to the part... The tattered ends of ends wrapped around ends... Threads of metaphysical conversations running out of material... Was that a waste....

Lost in willow draped silence beyond the calculations. drippings melt matter around nodding constructs
up  before my very eyes arrangements take hold and duplicate the protein is needed to forge a copy elements stack thoughts magnetized by unknown combination combating for a mathematical integration rendering the state of obsoletes competing for defeat in timelessness at its finest causation resignation
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He stopped and waited for the blinking yellow 15 mph "slow for children" sign to turn green.
It was never going to, I figured Id tell him. He said "I know", he didnt. Baked.

Livin that licorice life
Bittersweet little servings
Mostly disgusting

Spanish music pours in my spring window, just became dark. In and out, reeling.
My senses calculating data in such peculiar ways.
I love it and hate it all simultaneously.
All the contrived notions, all the pretense and vanity, personas gotta load on and talkin that **** again, the children got lost, got old and believed again.
If i didn't laugh id probably just cry.
Its just a flaw in the design, to never be satified, no peace of mind.
To seek forever without knowing the question, fielding through the minutia
If I said I love you, most of that isnt true.

Clumps of words, ***** and such and the tv is always on. Immune to it all at this point.
You have that new found point of view causing outbursts of 2nd hand **** you just collected.
And the commercials find us fast asleep.