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I was lethargic in lullabies spotlight saturated and speechless concaved cushions and dim lit kingdoms fell away inside a chemical nap I came here hoping for clarity I found the same chaos rebranded Imagination measured in concrete stretches factories inspire assembly line portraits The painters where all noble fiends sketching skies for pleasant company Still these habitats prove overwhelmed exhausted figures faint from consumption Familiar anatomy Familiar tragedy Calming colors on a brickwork spread I move through their pauses A mind full of static A pocket full of amphetamines Artificial antics from plus sign suitors While supplies last the mind will not grasp the severity of such resolve Unless it's contrived and longs for the fringe Accommodating dust damp bunkers and fallout nooks Temporary ploys Projectile toys What savage means for elation Reality conducts seamless sickness primitive surgery for existing Confusion now for these faces and graces that perpetually stream Conclusions now for a sigh that never speaks I woke up laughing tripping over notions of full circle lunacy Reminding me why I never sleep
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
I've been away
I was lethargic in lullabies spotlight saturated and speechless concaved cushions and dim lit kingdoms fell away inside a chemical nap I came here hoping for clarity I found the same chaos rebranded Imagination measured in concrete stretches factories inspire assembly line portraits The painters where all noble fiends sketching skies for pleasant company Still these habitats prove overwhelmed exhausted figures faint from consumption Familiar anatomy Familiar tragedy Calming colors on a brickwork spread I move through their pauses A mind full of static A pocket full of amphetamines Artificial antics from plus sign suitors While supplies last the mind will not grasp the severity of such resolve Unless it's contrived and longs for the fringe Accommodating dust damp bunkers and fallout nooks Temporary ploys Projectile toys What savage means for elation Reality conducts seamless sickness primitive surgery for existing Confusion now for these faces and graces that perpetually stream Conclusions now for a sigh that never speaks I woke up laughing tripping over notions of full circle lunacy Reminding me why I never sleep
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
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