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Can't sleep These dizzy thoughts spinning ceaslessly relentless in a cup Half empty, Half full? Who knows, But in the end the mad hatter will still wish you had never been born-- A very Merry Unbirthday to you to me? Indeed Round and Round they go mixing colors, textures emotions, thought into this smear of humanity A stain on the background of my mind as it clicks and whirs and calculates the options, the weighted possibilities the electrical impulses zipping past the smear of confused, muttled anguish through it, around it, but the shock cannot seperate the colors the textures, the emotions, the thoughts The colors melt into grey various shades of unvarying reluctant gestures As the cheshire cat smiles and laughs like the cookie crisp mascot cukoo for coooookie crisp I hear its laughter Chuckling madly at the mad hatter and myself the mad hatter sipping out of the cup of grey as he sings about my unborn nature Unborn into the world of reality of sensibility, of responsibility WAKE UP I snap back I look around and do not recognize anything at all
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Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 4:10 PM UTC
Dizzy Dozing
Can't sleep These dizzy thoughts spinning ceaslessly relentless in a cup Half empty, Half full? Who knows, But in the end the mad hatter will still wish you had never been born-- A very Merry Unbirthday to you to me? Indeed Round and Round they go mixing colors, textures emotions, thought into this smear of humanity A stain on the background of my mind as it clicks and whirs and calculates the options, the weighted possibilities the electrical impulses zipping past the smear of confused, muttled anguish through it, around it, but the shock cannot seperate the colors the textures, the emotions, the thoughts The colors melt into grey various shades of unvarying reluctant gestures As the cheshire cat smiles and laughs like the cookie crisp mascot cukoo for coooookie crisp I hear its laughter Chuckling madly at the mad hatter and myself the mad hatter sipping out of the cup of grey as he sings about my unborn nature Unborn into the world of reality of sensibility, of responsibility WAKE UP I snap back I look around and do not recognize anything at all
Written: December 12, 2009
miss-masque
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miss-masque
35/F/American
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 4:10 PM UTC
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