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I would call this a virus, Definitely something you don’t describe as alright..it’s Infectious, unnecessarily a mess…it’s That cold and rainy day you lock yourself out of the car While the umbrella is locked in the house You can no longer fathom being in this limbo land between those two shelters Limbo: the type of nothingness that exists when there is no rooftop made of mom’s forehead kisses You can’t allow the world to let you feel that type of cold again…so dismiss this Because this world can make you feel whole again. But I would still call this a virus Because everyone contracts it at some point in their lifetime But there are only a few who are purely mute about carrying it Not seemingly aware of it They infect multiple people, definitively uncaring for them This virus is a fickle ***** Statistically there’s a 98.732% chance that it can make you feel like **** Oh wait I didn’t admit to this It’s the virus It’s been attaching, penetrating and assembling in my brain Preparing me to fit into this perfectly squared peg game of mundane ******** I am a ******* carrier of this mischief I’m the god **** host I am this virus And I let the virus parasitically invade, like spreading almond butter on my toast It seeps in the pores and spores of all living things Hi, nice to meet you, I call myself a virus **** wait sorry that wasn’t me Personifying the virus from it-to he-to him- ya see- he He’s now attacking my bloodstream Contacting old friends like a telephone ringing He’s contracting old wounds, from old dooms, I used to cry about in my old room -Like the memory of calling mom from my locked room when she was four states away, crying because I felt shame and blame, because Dad told me they only fight about me…I’m the reason for their divorce…but I’m only ******* 8- Recalling that memory, now older, I know it wasn’t all it seemed to be There’s an awareness you acquire when you feel close to our maker The virus tries to push me in the other direction But now, I can confidently say, my cuts don’t bleed on anything but paper  Let’s still call him a virus (if you’d like) And now I really don’t mind it Because it is in all of us It is in all of you It CAN punch, bleed, hit, yell, keeping you sickly ill til your pride is crushed inside calling for help Embrace and be aware of the fact that it is in you With this virus You must understand that being a carrier of this thing gives you 98.732% chance of making others feel like **** But…. You better ******* choose to be The 1.268% chance of the virus that won’t Because the choice is yours It’s going outside on a sunny day or staying in to feel the sluggish pain Because sadness is sometimes comforting Don’t do it anymore We numb ourselves into perpetual delirium With routine, fear, and small-minded bigotry We allow ourselves to come accustom to the lack of exhilarating We binge watch and binge drink ourselves into binge eating because Life’s too boring without binge seeing through that dark tunnel We have a god **** virus It’s called perpetual delirium… Some call it a euphoric glee Only because that definition allows you to embrace your routine Not hate the routine See the difference between perception and reality? And your next store neighbor tommy says its okay to cry yourself to sleep because he does it willingly And what that means is that there is too much Comfort in numbers Fact: unhappiness is less scary when everyone is feeling it Fact: that is some unnecessary, humanistic behavior ******** Because we’re too weak to blame ourselves for creating it. This unhappiness, this virus. Are we fooling ourselves? We’re ******* psychotic When will we wake up from this infectious disease? You have the ability to wake up from this infectious disease You’re the 1.268% of euphoric glee I see it in your sparkling eyes Wake yourself up from your perpetual delirium Because you are the anecdote that cures any lack of equilibrium In our universe. I call it 1.268%-vaccination 1.268% of no medication. People are looking You are all looking at me And I’m staring at you Hoping You gain something from this interaction I assume you are happier than you lead yourself to believe- So let yourselves believe and see those capabilities Because I, too, am fragile, hostile, accomplished, and mad We’re inappropriate, seductive, obnoxious, and sad You’ve got a heart of gold that weighs 1.268 ounces And it’s the size of your iron fist You are people I am people We are people Let’s get out of this perpetual delirium Because it’s a virus, and once you get it…the infection won’t miss.
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
Infected
I would call this a virus, Definitely something you don’t describe as alright..it’s Infectious, unnecessarily a mess…it’s That cold and rainy day you lock yourself out of the car While the umbrella is locked in the house You can no longer fathom being in this limbo land between those two shelters Limbo: the type of nothingness that exists when there is no rooftop made of mom’s forehead kisses You can’t allow the world to let you feel that type of cold again…so dismiss this Because this world can make you feel whole again. But I would still call this a virus Because everyone contracts it at some point in their lifetime But there are only a few who are purely mute about carrying it Not seemingly aware of it They infect multiple people, definitively uncaring for them This virus is a fickle ***** Statistically there’s a 98.732% chance that it can make you feel like **** Oh wait I didn’t admit to this It’s the virus It’s been attaching, penetrating and assembling in my brain Preparing me to fit into this perfectly squared peg game of mundane ******** I am a ******* carrier of this mischief I’m the god **** host I am this virus And I let the virus parasitically invade, like spreading almond butter on my toast It seeps in the pores and spores of all living things Hi, nice to meet you, I call myself a virus **** wait sorry that wasn’t me Personifying the virus from it-to he-to him- ya see- he He’s now attacking my bloodstream Contacting old friends like a telephone ringing He’s contracting old wounds, from old dooms, I used to cry about in my old room -Like the memory of calling mom from my locked room when she was four states away, crying because I felt shame and blame, because Dad told me they only fight about me…I’m the reason for their divorce…but I’m only ******* 8- Recalling that memory, now older, I know it wasn’t all it seemed to be There’s an awareness you acquire when you feel close to our maker The virus tries to push me in the other direction But now, I can confidently say, my cuts don’t bleed on anything but paper  Let’s still call him a virus (if you’d like) And now I really don’t mind it Because it is in all of us It is in all of you It CAN punch, bleed, hit, yell, keeping you sickly ill til your pride is crushed inside calling for help Embrace and be aware of the fact that it is in you With this virus You must understand that being a carrier of this thing gives you 98.732% chance of making others feel like **** But…. You better ******* choose to be The 1.268% chance of the virus that won’t Because the choice is yours It’s going outside on a sunny day or staying in to feel the sluggish pain Because sadness is sometimes comforting Don’t do it anymore We numb ourselves into perpetual delirium With routine, fear, and small-minded bigotry We allow ourselves to come accustom to the lack of exhilarating We binge watch and binge drink ourselves into binge eating because Life’s too boring without binge seeing through that dark tunnel We have a god **** virus It’s called perpetual delirium… Some call it a euphoric glee Only because that definition allows you to embrace your routine Not hate the routine See the difference between perception and reality? And your next store neighbor tommy says its okay to cry yourself to sleep because he does it willingly And what that means is that there is too much Comfort in numbers Fact: unhappiness is less scary when everyone is feeling it Fact: that is some unnecessary, humanistic behavior ******** Because we’re too weak to blame ourselves for creating it. This unhappiness, this virus. Are we fooling ourselves? We’re ******* psychotic When will we wake up from this infectious disease? You have the ability to wake up from this infectious disease You’re the 1.268% of euphoric glee I see it in your sparkling eyes Wake yourself up from your perpetual delirium Because you are the anecdote that cures any lack of equilibrium In our universe. I call it 1.268%-vaccination 1.268% of no medication. People are looking You are all looking at me And I’m staring at you Hoping You gain something from this interaction I assume you are happier than you lead yourself to believe- So let yourselves believe and see those capabilities Because I, too, am fragile, hostile, accomplished, and mad We’re inappropriate, seductive, obnoxious, and sad You’ve got a heart of gold that weighs 1.268 ounces And it’s the size of your iron fist You are people I am people We are people Let’s get out of this perpetual delirium Because it’s a virus, and once you get it…the infection won’t miss.
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
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