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I'm tired. I numb with music, substitute feeling with sharpness, taste of blood oranges. Stars and citrus. Words are jumble, speak and stumble-- I say to myself quietus is silence, better to keep to yourself with your sarcasm and cuts--numbness and sharpness. I practice inhabiting my love letters, my suicide notes, my little ant cage-- Watch them struggle. How cute. Stardom and gods. A mortal's more fun than gods-- Why practice these strongholds, these hauntings, this phantasmagoria. gods are wordplay, they watch us struggle in little ant cages--watch me stumble, let me speak. Fault and fate. I promise I am not mean-- I mean--sorry. Forget I said anything.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
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I'm tired. I numb with music, substitute feeling with sharpness, taste of blood oranges. Stars and citrus. Words are jumble, speak and stumble-- I say to myself quietus is silence, better to keep to yourself with your sarcasm and cuts--numbness and sharpness. I practice inhabiting my love letters, my suicide notes, my little ant cage-- Watch them struggle. How cute. Stardom and gods. A mortal's more fun than gods-- Why practice these strongholds, these hauntings, this phantasmagoria. gods are wordplay, they watch us struggle in little ant cages--watch me stumble, let me speak. Fault and fate. I promise I am not mean-- I mean--sorry. Forget I said anything.
ethan-moon
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ethan-moon
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
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