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My life is usually unraveling quietly inside various states of disarray Its my own doing and I am a professional I know I sound self absorbed and self afflicted I hope I didn't steal your time I am a lot of things but I am not a thief I suppose I could take comfort in some small consistencies streaming through our species In comparison to the time we spend dodging trains Or pursuing another 0rgasm with an animalistic momentum This is light speed fleeting Still Only a small step away from creating black holes Anyway... I say obsessive compulsive disorder the red tape says crazy I say these 60 hours of consciousness are the product of a restless mind the white suits say its surely a chemical inbalance but upon what scale are they operating? (eyebrows raised in disbelief) THE SCALE OF SANITY OF COURSE oh The only thing that provokes a serious need for vacancy in my life Is full pockets That's not a half baked metaphor nor is it an obscure display of nerves crumbling ...forever deconstructing inside a failed attempt at demonstrating the burdens of existence I really cannot stand crowded pockets My lifestyle does not accommodate such a condition Tobacco boxes and plastic flames Cheap contraptions for times subtraction A wallet absent of evil Still Chalk full of all the proper identification for existing and depending on the day The necessary tools for twisting reality into compliance A touch screen distraction full of pain and despondency Its disgusting I know we all stay cozy and space phone faded When I come home The first thing is excavating pockets an act of defiance towards my own brain I throw it everywhere my disease has broken three phones This has no purpose Nor does is contain the thread of my own insecurities its merely the ramblings of a mind finally breaking its clearly time for the sleep that keeps eluding my trajectory it will be a microscopic moment on a backdrop full of faceless collisions My off switch is stuck on the green light I wish I could wake up for a sun rise instead of avoiding it like a criminal caught up in circumstance
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 6:12 AM UTC
Sorry for wasting your time
My life is usually unraveling quietly inside various states of disarray Its my own doing and I am a professional I know I sound self absorbed and self afflicted I hope I didn't steal your time I am a lot of things but I am not a thief I suppose I could take comfort in some small consistencies streaming through our species In comparison to the time we spend dodging trains Or pursuing another 0rgasm with an animalistic momentum This is light speed fleeting Still Only a small step away from creating black holes Anyway... I say obsessive compulsive disorder the red tape says crazy I say these 60 hours of consciousness are the product of a restless mind the white suits say its surely a chemical inbalance but upon what scale are they operating? (eyebrows raised in disbelief) THE SCALE OF SANITY OF COURSE oh The only thing that provokes a serious need for vacancy in my life Is full pockets That's not a half baked metaphor nor is it an obscure display of nerves crumbling ...forever deconstructing inside a failed attempt at demonstrating the burdens of existence I really cannot stand crowded pockets My lifestyle does not accommodate such a condition Tobacco boxes and plastic flames Cheap contraptions for times subtraction A wallet absent of evil Still Chalk full of all the proper identification for existing and depending on the day The necessary tools for twisting reality into compliance A touch screen distraction full of pain and despondency Its disgusting I know we all stay cozy and space phone faded When I come home The first thing is excavating pockets an act of defiance towards my own brain I throw it everywhere my disease has broken three phones This has no purpose Nor does is contain the thread of my own insecurities its merely the ramblings of a mind finally breaking its clearly time for the sleep that keeps eluding my trajectory it will be a microscopic moment on a backdrop full of faceless collisions My off switch is stuck on the green light I wish I could wake up for a sun rise instead of avoiding it like a criminal caught up in circumstance
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 6:12 AM UTC
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