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Here are some mishaps from mainlining madness The stars now seem sinister.. they hang from twine on a crowded skyline like so many peepholes for a pervert god I could never live up to these fantasies now mass produced I DON'T HAVE THE ANSWERS I'm not sure what constitutes base line normalcy When considering a suited institutions interpretation of reality... Lines perpetually blur into an infinite numb Did free will give us the devices for denying our own mechanics? How do you reconcile a mind retired from wondering? Are these crowded spaces nothing more than sad faces displacing silence? and how much enamel was lost... in pursuit of despondency? Ponder a fond portrayal like we don't all cling to crumbling foundations You may find me accidentally existing inside a stranger I never intended You may find me blissfully malfunctioning.. break down illuminated by fluorescent hums Some concrete charades for gray days full of time Now and then... I can pretend my plight for silence transcends the rational
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
Losing it in Chicago
Here are some mishaps from mainlining madness The stars now seem sinister.. they hang from twine on a crowded skyline like so many peepholes for a pervert god I could never live up to these fantasies now mass produced I DON'T HAVE THE ANSWERS I'm not sure what constitutes base line normalcy When considering a suited institutions interpretation of reality... Lines perpetually blur into an infinite numb Did free will give us the devices for denying our own mechanics? How do you reconcile a mind retired from wondering? Are these crowded spaces nothing more than sad faces displacing silence? and how much enamel was lost... in pursuit of despondency? Ponder a fond portrayal like we don't all cling to crumbling foundations You may find me accidentally existing inside a stranger I never intended You may find me blissfully malfunctioning.. break down illuminated by fluorescent hums Some concrete charades for gray days full of time Now and then... I can pretend my plight for silence transcends the rational
Strange times indeed
moonsocket
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC
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