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Two people lurk in everyone the star and the scar born from building high citadels of power and cascading into smithereens when the switch is tripped. Maybe the voltage ran low or the circuit breaker was poorly constructed? I dont know. I operate on a three phase armour of emotional stabilisers that spark and twitch when overheated with too much energy. But I return with black faced integrity collars up and smoking to fight on another electrifying moment. 'Thats life' I hear the rollercoaster ride built into the system going around in circles always facing the sunrise and sunset. We scream and tumble into the guts of the incline the switch and roll of events swerving around corners holding on tight white knuckled until it finishes its rumble and we walk out wobbly and vomity until the better side takes over. The darker side recedes into an unknown pocket. Author Notes Thanks to Cinderley13 who wrote about Catfish and Lydia and Lyda and made me wonder what the hell was being alluded to? It now makes a bit more sense. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
Rollercoaster
Two people lurk in everyone the star and the scar born from building high citadels of power and cascading into smithereens when the switch is tripped. Maybe the voltage ran low or the circuit breaker was poorly constructed? I dont know. I operate on a three phase armour of emotional stabilisers that spark and twitch when overheated with too much energy. But I return with black faced integrity collars up and smoking to fight on another electrifying moment. 'Thats life' I hear the rollercoaster ride built into the system going around in circles always facing the sunrise and sunset. We scream and tumble into the guts of the incline the switch and roll of events swerving around corners holding on tight white knuckled until it finishes its rumble and we walk out wobbly and vomity until the better side takes over. The darker side recedes into an unknown pocket. Author Notes Thanks to Cinderley13 who wrote about Catfish and Lydia and Lyda and made me wonder what the hell was being alluded to? It now makes a bit more sense. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
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