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You don't want to wake up anymore okay, that's fine stay in bed and watch the clock knock space upside it's head, like it's a cosmic episode of the Three Stooges let the doors close themselves, and lock whatever is left of eternity outside You hear someone speak, and it makes a little sense, something like, he's still in there, should we wake him? The eyes roll back into their respectable sockets, the mouth locks back into it's rightful hinges Functioning never felt so good, especially under the weight of mortality Your hand revolts against your mind's fiendish desires and coils around the doorknob like a thirsty desert snake It turns the **** it resembles pouring frosting all over a bland bundt cake It tastes good, the bed no longer clings to your body, but still carries your sweat stains just in case you ever want to go back to that sick, sad, escape
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 2:39 AM UTC
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You don't want to wake up anymore okay, that's fine stay in bed and watch the clock knock space upside it's head, like it's a cosmic episode of the Three Stooges let the doors close themselves, and lock whatever is left of eternity outside You hear someone speak, and it makes a little sense, something like, he's still in there, should we wake him? The eyes roll back into their respectable sockets, the mouth locks back into it's rightful hinges Functioning never felt so good, especially under the weight of mortality Your hand revolts against your mind's fiendish desires and coils around the doorknob like a thirsty desert snake It turns the **** it resembles pouring frosting all over a bland bundt cake It tastes good, the bed no longer clings to your body, but still carries your sweat stains just in case you ever want to go back to that sick, sad, escape
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 2:39 AM UTC
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