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incogitable is the question you've asked yourself since you could form thoughts dense enough to grasp quandaries these daily citizens are encouraged "not to be contemplated" unthinkably aware of your surroundings that you tend to notice cracks in the side-stomped concrete three-point-five seconds before my ankle ever twists and yet, your eyebrows carved canyons in sweaty, porous sediment caked onto the blood-fed silkscreen stretched below your hair you didn't believe me when i told you cameras will litter the city streets innumerable greater than the lampposts illuminating your view of my sprained ankle (you missed that one, by the way) you honestly believed that everyone thinks about everyone else because that's what you do but boy, I gotta tell ya, you are not like anyone else you're the high-flyin pilot star visible to the naked eye caught behind the crescent of the moon yet still shining through and some may even come close enough to brush heat waves you emanate from that hot heart unfortunately, your perennial denizens rely on waxen wings crashing anxiously homeward to moss-laden paradises they make up twisting neural networks into bundles here i recline pierced through the retina held fast iron-gripped heart legs tight and fingers licked incogitably cognizant of each and every answer            || Restricted Access Memory || will not permit to ponder ponder for longer than a second anyway but a second is all you need to receive seventeen-thousand-four-hundred-and-forty-two percent of your daily value of vitamin E (that stands for Enlightenment, people)
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
incogitably cognizant
incogitable is the question you've asked yourself since you could form thoughts dense enough to grasp quandaries these daily citizens are encouraged "not to be contemplated" unthinkably aware of your surroundings that you tend to notice cracks in the side-stomped concrete three-point-five seconds before my ankle ever twists and yet, your eyebrows carved canyons in sweaty, porous sediment caked onto the blood-fed silkscreen stretched below your hair you didn't believe me when i told you cameras will litter the city streets innumerable greater than the lampposts illuminating your view of my sprained ankle (you missed that one, by the way) you honestly believed that everyone thinks about everyone else because that's what you do but boy, I gotta tell ya, you are not like anyone else you're the high-flyin pilot star visible to the naked eye caught behind the crescent of the moon yet still shining through and some may even come close enough to brush heat waves you emanate from that hot heart unfortunately, your perennial denizens rely on waxen wings crashing anxiously homeward to moss-laden paradises they make up twisting neural networks into bundles here i recline pierced through the retina held fast iron-gripped heart legs tight and fingers licked incogitably cognizant of each and every answer            || Restricted Access Memory || will not permit to ponder ponder for longer than a second anyway but a second is all you need to receive seventeen-thousand-four-hundred-and-forty-two percent of your daily value of vitamin E (that stands for Enlightenment, people)
feel a slight need to re-arrange the order of the stanzas
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christopher-ranieri
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 2:48 PM UTC
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