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My condition is incongruent with the common presence Black sheep identity burning eyes and hesitance I move in a manner like weight attached lumbering Unsure of myself, with no partner stumbling Swimming in a glass half full and inattentive Sloppy script pen tip like bull with red incentive Reference to constructed concept subjective inference Marker to my darker being written in this instance Possessive and persuasive visitor leads me to temptation Takes unpredictable control of my mental weather station Precipitates with hate and tears me down with its erosion Art starts with rain pain soon becomes an ocean My breathing is done in desperate gasps A fight for oxygen’s healing Suddenly I am miles away Far beyond the ceiling Moving at the speed of light time slowing to a crawl Cranium contained tragically between these walls I wake to similar circumstances not changed to satisfaction Expect a sedentary death from drone of human interaction Hungry and reestablished, reminded now of morning Clear mind and consequence come forth with no forewarning Death lingers in the white noise that gestures from the mental I open the gates to raiders as they pilfer sacred temple
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Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 5:35 AM UTC
41. Temple 11/11/10
My condition is incongruent with the common presence Black sheep identity burning eyes and hesitance I move in a manner like weight attached lumbering Unsure of myself, with no partner stumbling Swimming in a glass half full and inattentive Sloppy script pen tip like bull with red incentive Reference to constructed concept subjective inference Marker to my darker being written in this instance Possessive and persuasive visitor leads me to temptation Takes unpredictable control of my mental weather station Precipitates with hate and tears me down with its erosion Art starts with rain pain soon becomes an ocean My breathing is done in desperate gasps A fight for oxygen’s healing Suddenly I am miles away Far beyond the ceiling Moving at the speed of light time slowing to a crawl Cranium contained tragically between these walls I wake to similar circumstances not changed to satisfaction Expect a sedentary death from drone of human interaction Hungry and reestablished, reminded now of morning Clear mind and consequence come forth with no forewarning Death lingers in the white noise that gestures from the mental I open the gates to raiders as they pilfer sacred temple
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Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 5:35 AM UTC
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