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Nighttime session, the troops gathered in the barracks I am the early bird waiting while I think of words See the sorry *** in the glass start to mutate My face scrambles in a madman’s flash of brilliance I shake in disbelief, making my supposed normal return The last of many flashbacks to a freaky fungus festival My companions enter the stomping ground unaware A trace of spasm in my body, of light refraction in my gaze Within ten seconds I went from stagnant and stationary To drunkenly wobbling, blind-deaf-mute-terrified My vision was the first, flooding steadily with snowy diamonds I noticed a distinct detachment from myself and my location Head began to throb and ears shot jets of sound Like a pulsar detectable to keen eye on rampage Bright white light, increasingly suffocated by diamonds blinding Sick and driven to escape, my face drained of all color My surprise became overwhelming and unbearable to me I made a hopeless barge through blurry barrier Dive into the bed that will bring me sane comfort Curl in ball, pathetic and fetal, waiting for the war to end
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Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
46. Diamonds 11/24/10
Nighttime session, the troops gathered in the barracks I am the early bird waiting while I think of words See the sorry *** in the glass start to mutate My face scrambles in a madman’s flash of brilliance I shake in disbelief, making my supposed normal return The last of many flashbacks to a freaky fungus festival My companions enter the stomping ground unaware A trace of spasm in my body, of light refraction in my gaze Within ten seconds I went from stagnant and stationary To drunkenly wobbling, blind-deaf-mute-terrified My vision was the first, flooding steadily with snowy diamonds I noticed a distinct detachment from myself and my location Head began to throb and ears shot jets of sound Like a pulsar detectable to keen eye on rampage Bright white light, increasingly suffocated by diamonds blinding Sick and driven to escape, my face drained of all color My surprise became overwhelming and unbearable to me I made a hopeless barge through blurry barrier Dive into the bed that will bring me sane comfort Curl in ball, pathetic and fetal, waiting for the war to end
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Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 6:02 PM UTC
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