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The ideas percolate, in minutes, or hours, maybe Days, Weeks, Even                                                 years. But in the moment,                                   they pour,        in the moment,                                    they are,             the moment,                                    voiced. Choices like razor wire, concentration becomes concertina, frustrated silencers take the sound from the words that explode, that explode like a flocking group of birds,                                                      and take flight, in the air around, the turbulence surround you, their number dumfound you and the head                                                                           above the watery tears,                                                                  go ahead give into your fears, go speak in rhymes, write with a right legged limp while your head pivots and swivels without focus, pop the pills and mainline, you bought the hocus pocus, the revelation describes things in numbers swarming locusts, you been seeing that trip across the desert for hours, how does it feel to be in charge of the powerless? Instead of plugging into power lines with power cords, looking for out- lets, use **** up white lines, you pretend to be an energized bunny this isn't funny. In the moment straight and sane in the moment sobered by pain, In the moment stinking thinking takes           a back           seat, you have a friend you ignore, you keep the lifestyle and hit repeat, you are after all, in control, right up until your last breath. you are after all............................................your last breath.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
In The Moment
The ideas percolate, in minutes, or hours, maybe Days, Weeks, Even                                                 years. But in the moment,                                   they pour,        in the moment,                                    they are,             the moment,                                    voiced. Choices like razor wire, concentration becomes concertina, frustrated silencers take the sound from the words that explode, that explode like a flocking group of birds,                                                      and take flight, in the air around, the turbulence surround you, their number dumfound you and the head                                                                           above the watery tears,                                                                  go ahead give into your fears, go speak in rhymes, write with a right legged limp while your head pivots and swivels without focus, pop the pills and mainline, you bought the hocus pocus, the revelation describes things in numbers swarming locusts, you been seeing that trip across the desert for hours, how does it feel to be in charge of the powerless? Instead of plugging into power lines with power cords, looking for out- lets, use **** up white lines, you pretend to be an energized bunny this isn't funny. In the moment straight and sane in the moment sobered by pain, In the moment stinking thinking takes           a back           seat, you have a friend you ignore, you keep the lifestyle and hit repeat, you are after all, in control, right up until your last breath. you are after all............................................your last breath.
Did We Easily see what was done, there. but aside from that...for a friend on HP take it or leave it. Now everyone I know will think I am writing about them, nope....
darrell-wade-elverum
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darrell-wade-elverum
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
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