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It's cranberry sauce That’s it, I’ve done it My brain is mush Heartbeat through a megaphone I’m pulling on my pant legs Tightening my veins around my bones & I think the thermometer in my brain needs reprogrammed I. Now I’m a cozy embryo With cotton in my marrow Last of my breed so the bad men can’t see me I’m sitting here in my own bullet train Flying through metro lights at night With coruscating sodium vapor Vibrating in my peripheries My appendages do not exist II. We are the carbon monoxide leak We are the cold coaxing hypothermia Still trying to define the agony of existence & Beauty of meaning through definition III. “If you don’t get old, you die” Shut up & pay your taxes old man I can stay young for as long as I want I am healthy I am eternal I’ve got all the cotton in the world IV. I wonder if all sentient life deals With the same paranoia as humans do It’s the reason we never shut up & hold love for vague idols V. I like smiles & I like sadness VI. What does loneliness see when it chases its Shadow? You’ve got a mouse in your hand that cannot know that you are Sentient. You are a wooden giant from outer space that burned upon Entry. Where does apathy sleep when it has had too much to Eat? Why can’t you see your house from three million miles Away? If you need help breathing then you deserve to die in Appalachia. If I lie here long enough under enough blankets, then I'm not real Is it possible to save up enough money to avoid humans Altogether? Just like that, the spiral ceases We were packed Like sardines Wrapped in butcher paper Blind night vision Then deer in headlights Kissing the pavement Mutually requited Uninterest
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
Cotton Room
It's cranberry sauce That’s it, I’ve done it My brain is mush Heartbeat through a megaphone I’m pulling on my pant legs Tightening my veins around my bones & I think the thermometer in my brain needs reprogrammed I. Now I’m a cozy embryo With cotton in my marrow Last of my breed so the bad men can’t see me I’m sitting here in my own bullet train Flying through metro lights at night With coruscating sodium vapor Vibrating in my peripheries My appendages do not exist II. We are the carbon monoxide leak We are the cold coaxing hypothermia Still trying to define the agony of existence & Beauty of meaning through definition III. “If you don’t get old, you die” Shut up & pay your taxes old man I can stay young for as long as I want I am healthy I am eternal I’ve got all the cotton in the world IV. I wonder if all sentient life deals With the same paranoia as humans do It’s the reason we never shut up & hold love for vague idols V. I like smiles & I like sadness VI. What does loneliness see when it chases its Shadow? You’ve got a mouse in your hand that cannot know that you are Sentient. You are a wooden giant from outer space that burned upon Entry. Where does apathy sleep when it has had too much to Eat? Why can’t you see your house from three million miles Away? If you need help breathing then you deserve to die in Appalachia. If I lie here long enough under enough blankets, then I'm not real Is it possible to save up enough money to avoid humans Altogether? Just like that, the spiral ceases We were packed Like sardines Wrapped in butcher paper Blind night vision Then deer in headlights Kissing the pavement Mutually requited Uninterest
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
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