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billy pilgrim knows knows what will happen to me he breathes down my neck warm and gentle my skin prickling like stepping into the cold post-rain autumn desolation there is no why plaids and dead sheep have appeared skin shields shilled by the new age saviors mellow melancholy as everything crumbles around me meat hooks and bungee cords *billy pilgrim has come unstuck in time* every look is a story every story is too short unless stretched to translucence porous and fragile tangled in my hair like cobwebs or a month of wearing the same black hat a bug trapped in amber i am my legs eyes and mouth and a broom sweeping invisible hairs
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
out of place, out of time
billy pilgrim knows knows what will happen to me he breathes down my neck warm and gentle my skin prickling like stepping into the cold post-rain autumn desolation there is no why plaids and dead sheep have appeared skin shields shilled by the new age saviors mellow melancholy as everything crumbles around me meat hooks and bungee cords *billy pilgrim has come unstuck in time* every look is a story every story is too short unless stretched to translucence porous and fragile tangled in my hair like cobwebs or a month of wearing the same black hat a bug trapped in amber i am my legs eyes and mouth and a broom sweeping invisible hairs
#love#sad#depression#time#night#despair#books#vonnegut
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Nov 13, 2014
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