I find solace
In that thoughts are imaginary
Fever dreams
Nothing much to them
Until you act
That line that exists
Between your mind's tellings
And your mouth's doings
Is a beautiful thing
It's what I hang my hat on each day
And then there's that thing
Life
It's a weird one
An old, odd friend
Who you don't know whether to kiss
Or to lure into a back alley
Intent on cutting their belly open
To see what falls out
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
I find solace
In that thoughts are imaginary
Fever dreams
Nothing much to them
Until you act
That line that exists
Between your mind's tellings
And your mouth's doings
Is a beautiful thing
It's what I hang my hat on each day
And then there's that thing
Life
It's a weird one
An old, odd friend
Who you don't know whether to kiss
Or to lure into a back alley
Intent on cutting their belly open
To see what falls out
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