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I etched patterns into a tree with a pocket knife that had a red plastic handle Indentions such as these never stay Yet eternally we press against the world Hoping to make a mark that will shine in the daylight and glow in the dark ~ *I'm a shriveled slice of the Americana pie With my soul on a swivel and the devil in my eyes* Life was a son of a b!tch with fists that spat dirt when it spoke And it ONLY screamed. ~ I'm somewhere between David Duchovny and Stephen King And I'm trying to rip up manuscripts that I didn't write and I don't know who did. Goodnight America. My patterns will explain my existence more than I ever could.
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
Existential Dread and Etchings
I etched patterns into a tree with a pocket knife that had a red plastic handle Indentions such as these never stay Yet eternally we press against the world Hoping to make a mark that will shine in the daylight and glow in the dark ~ *I'm a shriveled slice of the Americana pie With my soul on a swivel and the devil in my eyes* Life was a son of a b!tch with fists that spat dirt when it spoke And it ONLY screamed. ~ I'm somewhere between David Duchovny and Stephen King And I'm trying to rip up manuscripts that I didn't write and I don't know who did. Goodnight America. My patterns will explain my existence more than I ever could.
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
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