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need a napkin up in this joint, my eyes are fuckin' waterin'. i didn't agree to this! jail cells are smaller than i would have thought. well, i fuckin' lived to tell my tale and, by god, i'd die to tell it, too. turn that fuckin' piano music down, man. no wait, that shit's good. turn it up. piano manages to hit that vein in me not one that exists on the outside doesn't even fuckin' pulse. it's like a shot directly to my bloodstream but one that exists in my soul. man, you'd THINK it'd fuckin' hurt but it's euphoric, dude, and i don't use that word lightly. words are meant to be used in a way i don't think they're used anymore. all these swears, like, calm down! **** **** **** (well, damn's ***** **** etc. and i'm over here, just followin' along i may be dumb but i ain't stupid enough to ignore the pushing current. i wish i could yell so fuckin' loudly, man. i don't get that opportunity enough, y'know? just to shout...someone's gonna fuckin' call the police. oh, and i guess they did, haha. ******* get served, i suppose. where's my napkin, please? a tissue would do, too. just need something to wipe away the fuckin' filter that spreads over my eyes...like a foggy day. you ever go out late or early and see fog cover the place like a fuckin' horror movie? i love that **** it's calming. where did it go? no, not you. obviously. i meant.....the past. it can't just disappear forever, right? 'cause that's fuckin' dumb. it has to go SOMEWHERE. when i lose my memories (which i will, and so will you) where will they go? i don't want to lose myself to time. it's a battle i know i won't win but i bother anyway. create that fuckin' legacy, y'know? why am i here? that's a good fuckin' question, dude. i committed the worst crime of all... i fuckin' lost myself. i put up pictures everywhere; "have you seen this person?" many people called me but none were helpful and it took fuckin' ages before i realized what had happened. and i'm ashamed to admit it, i mean, it's a dastardly crime to have done. see, i fuckin' murdered myself. it was an accident, i swear! and you could laugh, and say i'm right here, but i'm not. well, i mean, i am. but it's not ME. i thought i had lost myself (which i did, i mean) but i was fuckin' certain i could find me again. what comes up must come down, right? i realized too late what i did... and now i'm gone forever. keep yourself close, and don't fuckin' look away, not even for an instant. if you lose yourself you may never find what was ever again. time is fuckin' cruel, and it will forever conquer. now, can i please get that tissue? :-)
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
THE POLICE CAME AND I TURNED MYSELF IN
need a napkin up in this joint, my eyes are fuckin' waterin'. i didn't agree to this! jail cells are smaller than i would have thought. well, i fuckin' lived to tell my tale and, by god, i'd die to tell it, too. turn that fuckin' piano music down, man. no wait, that shit's good. turn it up. piano manages to hit that vein in me not one that exists on the outside doesn't even fuckin' pulse. it's like a shot directly to my bloodstream but one that exists in my soul. man, you'd THINK it'd fuckin' hurt but it's euphoric, dude, and i don't use that word lightly. words are meant to be used in a way i don't think they're used anymore. all these swears, like, calm down! **** **** **** (well, damn's ***** **** etc. and i'm over here, just followin' along i may be dumb but i ain't stupid enough to ignore the pushing current. i wish i could yell so fuckin' loudly, man. i don't get that opportunity enough, y'know? just to shout...someone's gonna fuckin' call the police. oh, and i guess they did, haha. ******* get served, i suppose. where's my napkin, please? a tissue would do, too. just need something to wipe away the fuckin' filter that spreads over my eyes...like a foggy day. you ever go out late or early and see fog cover the place like a fuckin' horror movie? i love that **** it's calming. where did it go? no, not you. obviously. i meant.....the past. it can't just disappear forever, right? 'cause that's fuckin' dumb. it has to go SOMEWHERE. when i lose my memories (which i will, and so will you) where will they go? i don't want to lose myself to time. it's a battle i know i won't win but i bother anyway. create that fuckin' legacy, y'know? why am i here? that's a good fuckin' question, dude. i committed the worst crime of all... i fuckin' lost myself. i put up pictures everywhere; "have you seen this person?" many people called me but none were helpful and it took fuckin' ages before i realized what had happened. and i'm ashamed to admit it, i mean, it's a dastardly crime to have done. see, i fuckin' murdered myself. it was an accident, i swear! and you could laugh, and say i'm right here, but i'm not. well, i mean, i am. but it's not ME. i thought i had lost myself (which i did, i mean) but i was fuckin' certain i could find me again. what comes up must come down, right? i realized too late what i did... and now i'm gone forever. keep yourself close, and don't fuckin' look away, not even for an instant. if you lose yourself you may never find what was ever again. time is fuckin' cruel, and it will forever conquer. now, can i please get that tissue? :-)
this is not poetry art has died miss u god. xoxo.
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
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