It’s like passing a ******* kidney stone that doesn’t even exist, one that lingers and claws on your minds eye like a cyst upon creation
it’s a focus shift, a pool of indifference, a cry before an inner audience uninterested in the parchment, too jaded to focus and too faded to care
it’s an outside perspective on your own ******* process, “this guy’s mouthing off like he’s got something to say, who is this ******* and why should we care”
it’s when the ratio of happening to happenstance breaks the mold of your monotonous grind, when the words set to define the sounds of a generation fall into a digital pool of overpopulated subterfuge
It’s a deflated message and an idealist’s shift to anarchism, too ****** off at the cynics and too distraught to bother with a response
It’s like starting to **** off, giving yourself blue ***** and not calling yourself back for a second date
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 7:47 AM UTC
It’s like passing a ******* kidney stone that doesn’t even exist, one that lingers and claws on your minds eye like a cyst upon creation
it’s a focus shift, a pool of indifference, a cry before an inner audience uninterested in the parchment, too jaded to focus and too faded to care
it’s an outside perspective on your own ******* process, “this guy’s mouthing off like he’s got something to say, who is this ******* and why should we care”
it’s when the ratio of happening to happenstance breaks the mold of your monotonous grind, when the words set to define the sounds of a generation fall into a digital pool of overpopulated subterfuge
It’s a deflated message and an idealist’s shift to anarchism, too ****** off at the cynics and too distraught to bother with a response
It’s like starting to **** off, giving yourself blue ***** and not calling yourself back for a second date
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