You may not understand
me, but that's quite all right,
you know.
You may not know me very
well; well, I may surprise you in
some way,
but that's quite all right you know.
This isn't meant for interpretation,
cryptography,
nothingness.
It is only meant to eat its
wormy way through the wrinkles
in your brain,
the gray matter the white matter
the brain
and linger there like a nerve ending
firing constantly,
giving you a headache.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
You may not understand
me, but that's quite all right,
you know.
You may not know me very
well; well, I may surprise you in
some way,
but that's quite all right you know.
This isn't meant for interpretation,
cryptography,
nothingness.
It is only meant to eat its
wormy way through the wrinkles
in your brain,
the gray matter the white matter
the brain
and linger there like a nerve ending
firing constantly,
giving you a headache.
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