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i write my best poetry when i'm high on drugs the endorphins in my brain, i mean... maybe sometimes i mean the sensations in my body of spinning nausea uncomfortable shaking i come to this conclusion every time i fight the demons i've tried so hard to bury in graves deeper than six feet - it doesn't ever get easier there might be a "green flash" when the sunsets on the west coast over the ocean but it's only for a moment only enough time to see once (before you blink) a phenomenon that moment of perfect ******* timing who knows if either of these things are real or just a figment of our imaginations
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 1:37 AM UTC
a battle for the worst timing
i write my best poetry when i'm high on drugs the endorphins in my brain, i mean... maybe sometimes i mean the sensations in my body of spinning nausea uncomfortable shaking i come to this conclusion every time i fight the demons i've tried so hard to bury in graves deeper than six feet - it doesn't ever get easier there might be a "green flash" when the sunsets on the west coast over the ocean but it's only for a moment only enough time to see once (before you blink) a phenomenon that moment of perfect ******* timing who knows if either of these things are real or just a figment of our imaginations
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 1:37 AM UTC
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