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I remember a time when my brain was flexible, elastic; like a good rubber band. we would unwind all of the messy, pulsing coils and stretch them out until they became one long grey intestine. we jumped rope with it, and swung through the trees, laughing until our voices surrendered yet as all intestines will do, it has become sluggish, bloated with **** and is wound tighter than a corporate watch now every conversation is the devils Rubik's cube and brainchildren don't come from a barren womb so I've taken to adoption and thrown em all in the backroom where they lie cramped in bed with little to eat, and less to do
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 5:24 PM UTC
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I remember a time when my brain was flexible, elastic; like a good rubber band. we would unwind all of the messy, pulsing coils and stretch them out until they became one long grey intestine. we jumped rope with it, and swung through the trees, laughing until our voices surrendered yet as all intestines will do, it has become sluggish, bloated with **** and is wound tighter than a corporate watch now every conversation is the devils Rubik's cube and brainchildren don't come from a barren womb so I've taken to adoption and thrown em all in the backroom where they lie cramped in bed with little to eat, and less to do
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 5:24 PM UTC
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