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I fear my only happiness comes from waiting. Anticipating. Shifting shapes inside my head Contorting proportions to get what I want. Contentment stems from reality and expectation extending hands in a gravitational relation. But what happens when reality is really inside the mind? --in line with slimy fascination Is the happiness I find Real or pseudo shine? Does my neck hold a head Or a noose whole? Because insanity is just playing the same game expecting there's something new to gain --besides the pain of an empty plane backed up inside a spinal drain, spiraling down an icy vein. Insane, I tell you-- though I'm the only one calling my name.
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Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC
Spinal tap
I fear my only happiness comes from waiting. Anticipating. Shifting shapes inside my head Contorting proportions to get what I want. Contentment stems from reality and expectation extending hands in a gravitational relation. But what happens when reality is really inside the mind? --in line with slimy fascination Is the happiness I find Real or pseudo shine? Does my neck hold a head Or a noose whole? Because insanity is just playing the same game expecting there's something new to gain --besides the pain of an empty plane backed up inside a spinal drain, spiraling down an icy vein. Insane, I tell you-- though I'm the only one calling my name.
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katelyn-hummer
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC
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