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walking through a shimmering testament to applied ignorance lights are everywhere penetrating the darkness i would so love to succumb to stifling sobs because apparently that's what dignity is maintaining illusion so as not to dissuade the ones around you those beautiful, promising robots walking down the cyclical path to oblivion again and again i'm here    and again weeping like a hot tea kettle and again the dog poem remains elusive and again it's so sad i'm Bukowski but with no beauty and too much priviledge and again i buckle under the enormous weight of old age and pathetic dreams written in sand and dust and sidewalk chalk before the thunderstorm and again propped up by the lucky few who witness my attempts at honesty and again it's the pain on the tops of my eyeballs    it's my hands and right foot falling asleep    it's westville ave at night hoping i get shot      it's rambling until everyone leaves and not wanting to go anywhere but talking it's only being able to say "i love you" when drunk   it's uncle george's silver star it's getting close but even inside isn't close enough   it's creeping                it's fear                     it's headaches                  it's 10 AM               it's too much                    it's not enough                            it's everything                      it's nothing                                   it's again and                    again and                                        again
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
and again it is
walking through a shimmering testament to applied ignorance lights are everywhere penetrating the darkness i would so love to succumb to stifling sobs because apparently that's what dignity is maintaining illusion so as not to dissuade the ones around you those beautiful, promising robots walking down the cyclical path to oblivion again and again i'm here    and again weeping like a hot tea kettle and again the dog poem remains elusive and again it's so sad i'm Bukowski but with no beauty and too much priviledge and again i buckle under the enormous weight of old age and pathetic dreams written in sand and dust and sidewalk chalk before the thunderstorm and again propped up by the lucky few who witness my attempts at honesty and again it's the pain on the tops of my eyeballs    it's my hands and right foot falling asleep    it's westville ave at night hoping i get shot      it's rambling until everyone leaves and not wanting to go anywhere but talking it's only being able to say "i love you" when drunk   it's uncle george's silver star it's getting close but even inside isn't close enough   it's creeping                it's fear                     it's headaches                  it's 10 AM               it's too much                    it's not enough                            it's everything                      it's nothing                                   it's again and                    again and                                        again
#sad#drunk#death#crying#night
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
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