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There's a gap in my brain and it's terminal even though i'm going to live till i'm ninety nine this hole in my thinking will bring me only the chronic whistling of life billowing through it at alarming speeds that i can neither perceive or keep up with just this whistling through the gap in my brain paining my waking thoughts by always having a hole in my thinking sinking in my own sand before i realize what has happened. if you've ever gazed into a black hole you would know everything is both faster and slower in all the most inconvenient ways and it only grows! till you're enveloped and then life is over and you have nothing to say for it voila! my persistent plague my black hole sapping the luster out of my words and letting the thoughts spiral confusingly into dark oblivion sigh i dislike chasing my thoughts into the abyss when you find them you really can't remove them or understand them you just receive the perpetual annoyance of knowing something once occupied a space and it repeats:
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Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
The gaps and holes
There's a gap in my brain and it's terminal even though i'm going to live till i'm ninety nine this hole in my thinking will bring me only the chronic whistling of life billowing through it at alarming speeds that i can neither perceive or keep up with just this whistling through the gap in my brain paining my waking thoughts by always having a hole in my thinking sinking in my own sand before i realize what has happened. if you've ever gazed into a black hole you would know everything is both faster and slower in all the most inconvenient ways and it only grows! till you're enveloped and then life is over and you have nothing to say for it voila! my persistent plague my black hole sapping the luster out of my words and letting the thoughts spiral confusingly into dark oblivion sigh i dislike chasing my thoughts into the abyss when you find them you really can't remove them or understand them you just receive the perpetual annoyance of knowing something once occupied a space and it repeats:
josh-koepp
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American
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
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