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Take me back to the Ashtray, in which we burned Incense, in the front Of my truck Flick your ash out the Window. Keep an eye out for Anyone working harder than we Believe they should. Or danger. Read me a story. Tell me How he’s not what you thought. Diffuse the red dye of your Stained words through the air. Breathe deep. Hold for ten. Delete the stanzas, re-read, Test foundation under shaky limbs. Burn your bra, don’t turn around. Forget. Become the bare-footed rockstar in His maharishi mansion. Hating hate, with vivacious volition. Crusade against indifference. Retire to your riches.  Numb out everything they’ve already said. And have foresight, of what they haven’t. Novus Ordo Seclorum. Defeat the mundane. Return to your home world.  Return to the truck.  Light the **** incense. Don’t ash on the rug. Gray waves of glowing Boredom wash over your  Pre-glossed eyes. Dance, clouds! These will serve as your instructions. She will serve as your guide. Hold on, for dear life.  Sometimes the inconsequentiality, Can send you through the shield. Novus ordinary Seclorom
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
New World Ordinary
Take me back to the Ashtray, in which we burned Incense, in the front Of my truck Flick your ash out the Window. Keep an eye out for Anyone working harder than we Believe they should. Or danger. Read me a story. Tell me How he’s not what you thought. Diffuse the red dye of your Stained words through the air. Breathe deep. Hold for ten. Delete the stanzas, re-read, Test foundation under shaky limbs. Burn your bra, don’t turn around. Forget. Become the bare-footed rockstar in His maharishi mansion. Hating hate, with vivacious volition. Crusade against indifference. Retire to your riches.  Numb out everything they’ve already said. And have foresight, of what they haven’t. Novus Ordo Seclorum. Defeat the mundane. Return to your home world.  Return to the truck.  Light the **** incense. Don’t ash on the rug. Gray waves of glowing Boredom wash over your  Pre-glossed eyes. Dance, clouds! These will serve as your instructions. She will serve as your guide. Hold on, for dear life.  Sometimes the inconsequentiality, Can send you through the shield. Novus ordinary Seclorom
I wrote this for a Her, whose h, I no longer capitalize. She told me she'd tried to "memorize... one of them." "The one about the incense." H mmm...
#love#friends#fear#future#of#the#cigarettes#coping#loving#sitting#talking#cars#trucks#dead-end
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
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