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I cannot put my finger on my dissatisfaction I cannot slake my thirst I cannot sate my hunger I cannot itch this scratch I cannot imbibe it better I cannot forget it, worse deaf--dumb--blind--limp--sad--stupid I feel I am seeing in the second dimension when I know the fourth is called for, now! I cannot expunge this record, these memories, or the lack thereof I cannot remember the effort, or, where things stopped or started I cannot describe this inexplicability, I cannot remember the introductions criss-cross logical thinking twanging words, tungsten, copper, and sheets of steel sautered, bolted, shorted circuits crackle and spark blue like the ocean water burning the water in skin and I find nothing on an endless loop around the Möbius strip, no, nothing, neither starts nor ends I'm stuck in some Escher stairwell, so frustrating I feel like an imbecile that knows not of a named thing that stands before me, if it were a snake, it would bite me, what, ( ) it is so close? boy, this stings, this ***** to be struck by something, and                              I don't know                                                              what I cannot find relief from catharsis no, that hasn't ever worked at all. dizzying, myopic thing that keeps me awake show yourself, show me how, or what, wants this thing thing thing this thing of something. I cannot find my ( ), no, I cannot find anything at all.
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Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
what is your name, intangible thing
I cannot put my finger on my dissatisfaction I cannot slake my thirst I cannot sate my hunger I cannot itch this scratch I cannot imbibe it better I cannot forget it, worse deaf--dumb--blind--limp--sad--stupid I feel I am seeing in the second dimension when I know the fourth is called for, now! I cannot expunge this record, these memories, or the lack thereof I cannot remember the effort, or, where things stopped or started I cannot describe this inexplicability, I cannot remember the introductions criss-cross logical thinking twanging words, tungsten, copper, and sheets of steel sautered, bolted, shorted circuits crackle and spark blue like the ocean water burning the water in skin and I find nothing on an endless loop around the Möbius strip, no, nothing, neither starts nor ends I'm stuck in some Escher stairwell, so frustrating I feel like an imbecile that knows not of a named thing that stands before me, if it were a snake, it would bite me, what, ( ) it is so close? boy, this stings, this ***** to be struck by something, and                              I don't know                                                              what I cannot find relief from catharsis no, that hasn't ever worked at all. dizzying, myopic thing that keeps me awake show yourself, show me how, or what, wants this thing thing thing this thing of something. I cannot find my ( ), no, I cannot find anything at all.
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Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
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