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#overindulgence
Overindulgence can be habit forming. A **** with diction expounding addiction will provide rudimentary confliction. Therein lies the problem engraved on a needle thrown in a haystack. A **** or addict can only shoot up in a barrel that smells of dead fish for so long before stagnant water leaves a residue and film that peels off quicker than a week long scab. To search for clean cotton resembles digging through a trash can for ingredients to prepare a five course meal. Flatware covered in water spots are placed on a napkin that doesn't dare dab chapped lips. Fork to the left, knife to the right, and bent spoon shoved in the back pants pocket. If life is a box of chocolates, overindulgence is the empty box buried at the bottom of a trash can. Struggle becomes a wet glassine bag in an empty wallet. And death is a pair of silver bracelets. This is all about over-extending, because if one is enough, then two is too much.
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
Two is Too Much
Funny how we animals can set a time to gather, and gather we do, to imbibe keystone poison made in some factory, we don’t know, we don’t care to know, as it fuses with our blood and makes us careless to the talking and dancing and flirting and fighting we claim to enjoy, if we can remember through the two-way mirrors that our stiff blood glazes over our eyes, reflecting in on ourselves our own incomprehensible madness, revealing to others our all too comprehensible likeness, making them laugh warily if they haven’t recognized that they can’t stand the sight of us all trying to claw our ways back down the fractals of our lives to childhoods we’re always forgetting.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Funny
Looking at them now these windows are really ******* tall. There's a sense of pride from the anger inside an exciting culture of fast love and slow money where ambition consumes you and spits you out like a poisoned danish. An age-old struggle "so it seems," where the ones who make the history books are killed quietly with the needle of self-loathing but the media shows us all a huge ****** knife of misunderstanding, or the shattered glass covered in pieces of Armani suit under an open pane ten stories above us where the windows are really ******* tall.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
And They Only Got Taller