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I've torn your wires to pieces And fixed them with my own adhesives I've squished you like a piece of clay And molded you into something psychedelic. How many times have we spoken lately? The electrons and neurons make a pleasant tingling all the time. Electricity flows within my cortex And powers me like a subatomic soda Any rocket bomb flies through an open window And collides on each careful nerve ending. I've graffitied you from top to bottom With memories from summer and autumn And I left the spray cans to dry off next to you Just so that I can come back anytime to what I drew. But then again My fingers make a plasmatic arrangement, too As they trace cytoplasm around on a piece of paper While words and music notes cloak me like vapor The chemicals on each letter stamp Set you on fire when administered on the tongue And while the lights shine bright from each lamp You're aware that neither of us are so innocently young. Brain...brain...brain...brain... Drive me by on a track only taken by train.
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
Brain
I've torn your wires to pieces And fixed them with my own adhesives I've squished you like a piece of clay And molded you into something psychedelic. How many times have we spoken lately? The electrons and neurons make a pleasant tingling all the time. Electricity flows within my cortex And powers me like a subatomic soda Any rocket bomb flies through an open window And collides on each careful nerve ending. I've graffitied you from top to bottom With memories from summer and autumn And I left the spray cans to dry off next to you Just so that I can come back anytime to what I drew. But then again My fingers make a plasmatic arrangement, too As they trace cytoplasm around on a piece of paper While words and music notes cloak me like vapor The chemicals on each letter stamp Set you on fire when administered on the tongue And while the lights shine bright from each lamp You're aware that neither of us are so innocently young. Brain...brain...brain...brain... Drive me by on a track only taken by train.
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
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