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Apr 2015
I like to walk on tight ropes made of rainbow bacon in my mind
Because deep below me, is everything I left behind
And through I creep through time, so slowly and surely
I rely so wholly on my insecurities
Because they excuse me,  
The absent quarters in my brain are filled and drained daily
Like ***** , abused in the onset of the tide
With hopes and ambitions and new dreams and ideas
That are briskly
And surely crushed in my sleep
Aghast i gasp in the horror of my anatomy
How poorly my blood vessles are fueled
So I shall bleed them dry
With out a doubt in my mind I am in the right
Yet my heart beats so sourly when I fight
For love

Why am I so wrong
Why is it that nothing goes to plan
And they say failing to plan is planning to fail
So I plan to fail so spectacularly they thought id planned it in the First Place


Loosing grip on reality has its drawbacks,
Mostly though
The drawbacks stand,
That their is no drawbacks
Not one at hand
So clasp me right, and rig me for full sail
I've caught a gale my dear,
And to the heart of the storm i shall sail
Death-throws
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Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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