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to be a speciman in a jar inspected from all angles not freedom, no hopeful view inspected for your shape, your feelings, your i.q. to tip and tap scream and yell for help to free oneself, to pace cyclically while the beat of your innerclock ticks your precious time away. to watch the watchers, hear them whispering, gossiping, laughing, pointing at you, curled feotally, as far as possible from the incessant view. to want one thing, but have another. to desire, to emire oneself in a, crooked point of view. to be confused, restrained by sundered synapse, or fixated on rythmn, numbers, rhymes in order to get through. to be  black ink stickmen, in an ink black room, with a black dog, chasing you.... growling out doom. to be living a hell private and encompassing while, working  in uniform oh so neat. we are one and all, the specimans, incomplete. the glass jar is there, for all who stumble in defeat. ....to be a speciman in a jar judged for .... is a living death, a soundless living hell a far cry from heaven, more an automated shell walking, moving, talking, exsisting..... in a jar...                   ..... on a shelf.
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Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
specimen in a jar
to be a speciman in a jar inspected from all angles not freedom, no hopeful view inspected for your shape, your feelings, your i.q. to tip and tap scream and yell for help to free oneself, to pace cyclically while the beat of your innerclock ticks your precious time away. to watch the watchers, hear them whispering, gossiping, laughing, pointing at you, curled feotally, as far as possible from the incessant view. to want one thing, but have another. to desire, to emire oneself in a, crooked point of view. to be confused, restrained by sundered synapse, or fixated on rythmn, numbers, rhymes in order to get through. to be  black ink stickmen, in an ink black room, with a black dog, chasing you.... growling out doom. to be living a hell private and encompassing while, working  in uniform oh so neat. we are one and all, the specimans, incomplete. the glass jar is there, for all who stumble in defeat. ....to be a speciman in a jar judged for .... is a living death, a soundless living hell a far cry from heaven, more an automated shell walking, moving, talking, exsisting..... in a jar...                   ..... on a shelf.
with a big nod to, miss plath and her bell jar. but also from personal experience
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F/Australian
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
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