I am starting to feel like I used to so many many moons ago.
a paralyzed tide,
weighted down by a mundane, loathsome orbit.
nothingness spilling sloppily out of orifices once made stronger by the planetary ring of hope.
my electrons are stale and immutable.
my id fatigued and lamenting.
I am sitting here rotting, eating phantoms in a desert.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
I am starting to feel like I used to so many many moons ago.
a paralyzed tide,
weighted down by a mundane, loathsome orbit.
nothingness spilling sloppily out of orifices once made stronger by the planetary ring of hope.
my electrons are stale and immutable.
my id fatigued and lamenting.
I am sitting here rotting, eating phantoms in a desert.
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