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I came here with a handful of obscurity Shall we map the systems that provokes such absurd musings? Shall I speak into a seamless glitch now subjected to frantic stitching? I assemble dispersive prisms to offset the mindset that all scenes remain black and white Common courtesy was not an invitation for empathy These conclusions full of color are not the product of serendipity Flash fuzzy for a brain full of huddles Deflect another reject with a space full of arrangements Misconstrued some mutiny and provoke a bystander into pieces Second hand clockwork will never ease anticipation Fine tuned nights clarify a need for self destruction Blue moons sensationally sidetracked by habitual disconnection I am exhausted I close my eyes to negate surprise but my blinks always come too late Farewell to the freak show I never knew your trajectory I only observed when that final nerve fell into animosity how primitive is a derivative of life? how potent is a notion full of strife? I am an advocate of strange I am a pocket full of loose change I am a crutch for nothing I only have a pull cord and a body full of stuffing All I know comes from sidetracked spirals full of feeling All I know is the abstract remains king
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
So you know schizophrenia
I came here with a handful of obscurity Shall we map the systems that provokes such absurd musings? Shall I speak into a seamless glitch now subjected to frantic stitching? I assemble dispersive prisms to offset the mindset that all scenes remain black and white Common courtesy was not an invitation for empathy These conclusions full of color are not the product of serendipity Flash fuzzy for a brain full of huddles Deflect another reject with a space full of arrangements Misconstrued some mutiny and provoke a bystander into pieces Second hand clockwork will never ease anticipation Fine tuned nights clarify a need for self destruction Blue moons sensationally sidetracked by habitual disconnection I am exhausted I close my eyes to negate surprise but my blinks always come too late Farewell to the freak show I never knew your trajectory I only observed when that final nerve fell into animosity how primitive is a derivative of life? how potent is a notion full of strife? I am an advocate of strange I am a pocket full of loose change I am a crutch for nothing I only have a pull cord and a body full of stuffing All I know comes from sidetracked spirals full of feeling All I know is the abstract remains king
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
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