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I tend to write snippets, little pieces of electric current running down axons. Nothing too long or I might lose train of thought but I might not. It's hot now, and I have an urge to be heard. Yet I don't want to get too deep... still, I left a message for myself scribbled She is limitless but the stress manifests in my deepest sleep The sun peeps through on a ramshackle room fingers tapping strings pulling out shriveled dreams splitting right down the seam. A four legged fur wonder ponders, sneaks, plunders listening to the sounds of going under Sunburnt and dressed to the nines at 9 time...time is not real unless you make it so. It doesn't exist clocks exist How sad for the first being to be late an awful gut feeling, like skin peeling hoping no one sees please don't let any one see Stomach growls lonely food, feed, fed If only If only
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 11:55 AM UTC
Train of Thought
I tend to write snippets, little pieces of electric current running down axons. Nothing too long or I might lose train of thought but I might not. It's hot now, and I have an urge to be heard. Yet I don't want to get too deep... still, I left a message for myself scribbled She is limitless but the stress manifests in my deepest sleep The sun peeps through on a ramshackle room fingers tapping strings pulling out shriveled dreams splitting right down the seam. A four legged fur wonder ponders, sneaks, plunders listening to the sounds of going under Sunburnt and dressed to the nines at 9 time...time is not real unless you make it so. It doesn't exist clocks exist How sad for the first being to be late an awful gut feeling, like skin peeling hoping no one sees please don't let any one see Stomach growls lonely food, feed, fed If only If only
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Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 11:55 AM UTC
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