"polyethylene" poems - Hello Poetry

The river runs it runs with greed The fast cash of the lucky Makes it's way to sea And poison floats with this poison greed The will of millions, cry out silently Because they have no idea about this poison greed Nurotoxicity Poisoning our cities The doctor tells the single mother To eat an apple everyday Which only supplement her daily Methlyphenidate Neurotoxicity And baby was born just few pounds light The tired mother relieved Baby swaddled in a sheet Of polybrominate Neurotoxicty But all ends were it began The conspirers of greed Don't have to loose a thing The toxic poisonous sludge doesn't run through their garden greens Somethings Fish-y Or is it all the mercury? East of the railroad tracks The man smoking crack Behind a tree Now breathing PCB's From car exhaust and factory Poor ****** breathes Neuroxicity And the lucky on lookers equipped to Notice such a thing or anything Watch in disbelief They should all find relief, the poison is fair It flows through everybody, everywhere For nothing makes the people sing Like a mix ethanol and manganese Neurotoxicty Spin round and round and sing This is called brainwashing Drink your mix of ethanol and manganese Watch your team throw the polyethylene Trickle down, trickle Your loosing the cells right from your brain While a doctor writes you a prescription to go insane After years of manganese and PCB's Jimmy B is lost in the sea of toxins But mom knows best He's a hyper brat Takes him to the doctor to get him Correct Doctor gives Jimmy a prescription The devil's speed Dextroamphetamine Jimmy was focused Jimmy didn't bother Jimmys brain a couple grams lighter The doctor intrigued gets a free meal To switch Jimmy's speed Four more Jimmies Doctor can vacation expenses paid By the sea Jimmy keeps on taking his pills Then over night Jimmy hits his first pipe Now that's some ******* good speed And the story goes Without relief The government we know Deligates neurological slavery

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Aug 5, 2015

Aug 5, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC

not-nick

Neurological Slavery

The river runs it runs with greed The fast cash of the lucky Makes it's way to sea And poison floats with this poison greed The will of millions, cry out silently Because they have no idea about this poison greed Nurotoxicity Poisoning our cities The doctor tells the single mother To eat an apple everyday Which only supplement her daily Methlyphenidate Neurotoxicity And baby was born just few pounds light The tired mother relieved Baby swaddled in a sheet Of polybrominate Neurotoxicty But all ends were it began The conspirers of greed Don't have to loose a thing The toxic poisonous sludge doesn't run through their garden greens Somethings Fish-y Or is it all the mercury? East of the railroad tracks The man smoking crack Behind a tree Now breathing PCB's From car exhaust and factory Poor ****** breathes Neuroxicity And the lucky on lookers equipped to Notice such a thing or anything Watch in disbelief They should all find relief, the poison is fair It flows through everybody, everywhere For nothing makes the people sing Like a mix ethanol and manganese Neurotoxicty Spin round and round and sing This is called brainwashing Drink your mix of ethanol and manganese Watch your team throw the polyethylene Trickle down, trickle Your loosing the cells right from your brain While a doctor writes you a prescription to go insane After years of manganese and PCB's Jimmy B is lost in the sea of toxins But mom knows best He's a hyper brat Takes him to the doctor to get him Correct Doctor gives Jimmy a prescription The devil's speed Dextroamphetamine Jimmy was focused Jimmy didn't bother Jimmys brain a couple grams lighter The doctor intrigued gets a free meal To switch Jimmy's speed Four more Jimmies Doctor can vacation expenses paid By the sea Jimmy keeps on taking his pills Then over night Jimmy hits his first pipe Now that's some ******* good speed And the story goes Without relief The government we know Deligates neurological slavery

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dad is in the garage. days into spark-light and piles of polyethylene etched. soon, he says. as grandaddy laughs, rattling the icebox for more beer. dad’s homemade android: the thing. like a doll polished & grinning, it dances for us in the kitchen. the dog barks, chained in the backyard. the thing, do-si-dos for a laugh, catches a glimpse of the trees beyond the yard, overheats, circuits popping into a limp heap of pieces. dead. left to mold-over in the garage. the days. the rain. the cats tiptoeing along the edge of fences across the street. the dog barking, chained, & snapped. dead beneath a truck. dad is in hysterics. dad is in the garage, weeks in and his soaked red knuckles. mom is drinking with grandaddy. they rattle the icebox. the dog. the dog dances for us in the kitchen, reboots and sits. it digs a pit all night and buries three cats there. it sleeps on the mound. it never barks. it waits there in the backyard, still & staring into the trees. the trees.

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Oct 17, 2015

Oct 17, 2015 at 7:17 AM UTC

CoopLee

altered beast

dad is in the garage. days into spark-light and piles of polyethylene etched. soon, he says. as grandaddy laughs, rattling the icebox for more beer. dad’s homemade android: the thing. like a doll polished & grinning, it dances for us in the kitchen. the dog barks, chained in the backyard. the thing, do-si-dos for a laugh, catches a glimpse of the trees beyond the yard, overheats, circuits popping into a limp heap of pieces. dead. left to mold-over in the garage. the days. the rain. the cats tiptoeing along the edge of fences across the street. the dog barking, chained, & snapped. dead beneath a truck. dad is in hysterics. dad is in the garage, weeks in and his soaked red knuckles. mom is drinking with grandaddy. they rattle the icebox. the dog. the dog dances for us in the kitchen, reboots and sits. it digs a pit all night and buries three cats there. it sleeps on the mound. it never barks. it waits there in the backyard, still & staring into the trees. the trees.

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We're nearing as we ready The home with green and red; A deflated Santa on my neighbour's lawn, Canned snow sprayed in window corners, Polyethylene on a white Christmas tree, Gingerbread people drinking hot *** Mistletoe hanging from sticks and jambs, And an apron round the stem. I decorate, make my fruit cake, Set out the children's books, The ones I've read so often: Rudolph and Old St. Nick, They look foolish on my table. Displayed in their fixed place. They're not like my Christmas bling, The blinking lights, false stars at night, Twas the Night Before Christmas Is the real thing. At midnight we'll hear choirs sing, Joy to the World, Peace on Earth, For one night I'll believe again. Stay good night. I see my words rise on my breath, Being swept up to your stars. Stay good people. Who missed this year. Who came last, Who comes next. I surely miss you all. Such heavy memories Of snow-laden branches, Castles in globes, Ballerinas in boxes. My new memories Will never last as long As the ones I've carried all along.

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Dec 4, 2018

Dec 4, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC

francie-lynch

Winterfest

We're nearing as we ready The home with green and red; A deflated Santa on my neighbour's lawn, Canned snow sprayed in window corners, Polyethylene on a white Christmas tree, Gingerbread people drinking hot *** Mistletoe hanging from sticks and jambs, And an apron round the stem. I decorate, make my fruit cake, Set out the children's books, The ones I've read so often: Rudolph and Old St. Nick, They look foolish on my table. Displayed in their fixed place. They're not like my Christmas bling, The blinking lights, false stars at night, Twas the Night Before Christmas Is the real thing. At midnight we'll hear choirs sing, Joy to the World, Peace on Earth, For one night I'll believe again. Stay good night. I see my words rise on my breath, Being swept up to your stars. Stay good people. Who missed this year. Who came last, Who comes next. I surely miss you all. Such heavy memories Of snow-laden branches, Castles in globes, Ballerinas in boxes. My new memories Will never last as long As the ones I've carried all along.

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Parliament's headquarters--Back alley for smokes n' such. Politicians deliberating on the bread and the butter While the starving go hungry and the Truth begins to suffer. Never point to the signs on the wall 12 steps, Denial before the fall. Consumerist, zombie shuffle back to the car, the market's full up. Look for the polyethylene creamer. Metallic coated groceries For the plastic (PORTIS issued) consumer. "Coke is it" they would say as they take the morning grind (black/two sugar.) Racists make the sea of Policy makers and warmongers, Bathing in other's poverty, hunger and pain; Fearing death before the climb, G-d before the fall Slashing at the necks of basilisks until they turn to stone. Blind and petrified to the core, I swear God, Parliament will smoke no more. Comes along the Harbinger, you've got one new message. Message one, There is no god, only me. I'm your Hypocrisy. Cry to an empty thought, kid the kidders, sin among sinners. Shamble back to Parliament's sanctuary, the legislators are in, Let Smokes n' Such begin.

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Jun 13, 2013

Jun 13, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC

jake-bentley

Neurological Toxin (Or Internal Struggles with God)

Parliament's headquarters--Back alley for smokes n' such. Politicians deliberating on the bread and the butter While the starving go hungry and the Truth begins to suffer. Never point to the signs on the wall 12 steps, Denial before the fall. Consumerist, zombie shuffle back to the car, the market's full up. Look for the polyethylene creamer. Metallic coated groceries For the plastic (PORTIS issued) consumer. "Coke is it" they would say as they take the morning grind (black/two sugar.) Racists make the sea of Policy makers and warmongers, Bathing in other's poverty, hunger and pain; Fearing death before the climb, G-d before the fall Slashing at the necks of basilisks until they turn to stone. Blind and petrified to the core, I swear God, Parliament will smoke no more. Comes along the Harbinger, you've got one new message. Message one, There is no god, only me. I'm your Hypocrisy. Cry to an empty thought, kid the kidders, sin among sinners. Shamble back to Parliament's sanctuary, the legislators are in, Let Smokes n' Such begin.

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(Puh) “The power to perceive something impossible persuades me. I must pick a place.” The Clairvoyant Gulch. This person pounds the ground with persistence. A penchant to procreate perception. The Clairvoyant Gulch. Passing away into peach fuzz and polyandry. Pretty Polly plans to participate in the process. The Clairvoyant Gulch. Princess Penelope ****** on Polly. Paczki the predator penetrates the preposterous Polly. The Clairvoyant Gulch. The President of the Polyandry Psychics proposes: let Polly go but only with the presentation. The Clairvoyant Gulch. The Polyandry People peer and pry for what will Polly present. The poor prissy presents her ***** The Clairvoyant Gulch. She placidly plucks the ***** to pay the People. But she then panics and pours pomegranate red over a *** The Clairvoyant Gulch. The *** then becomes an urn so precious that the People pray. Polly feels penitent of her peccadillo. The Clairvoyant Gulch. The President points to the urn. Paczki the predator places ingredients into the *** pig’s tail, pesto and plantar’s wart. The Clairvoyant Gulch. The Polyanderthals round about and puke into the *** Polly prepares a peyote dish that will pause time. The Clairvoyant Gulch. The President and People consume the *** It tastes vile and profane, they puke again. The Clairvoyant Gulch. The Polyantherhals turn around to find Polly unpresent. They **** and pant in confused anger. The Clairvoyant Gulch. Polly is passing the time, possessing a power within the Earth’s core. Her polyethylene pants protect her from the core’s melting point. The Clairvoyant Gulch. As for the People, it was not practical for them to be presented such profane magic. Their perception of the universal paradigm had been inverted in perpetuum. The Clairvoyant Gulch. As for the Polyanderthalic *** of ****** pomegranate juice, the President sold the item through Paypal to a polyandry professor living in Piccadilly. The People never practiced polyandry in perpetuum. Ever again. ~The Clairvoyant Gulch

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Jan 21, 2017

Jan 21, 2017 at 5:14 PM UTC

jp-mantler

The Clairvoyant Gulch

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Stop. Stop being a mason without the ring building brick walls you cannot break through. Stop pretending they are insurmountable and you are Humpty Dumpty. Stop. Stop being Atlas and shrug it off like a light dusting of November snow. Stop believing this is all yours to carry and that your knees will break. Stop. Stop being an earthbound astronaut soldered to the earth by 12 layers of biaxially-oriented polyethylene terephthalate. Stop pulling on the heavy boots that won’t let you fly. Stop. And then. Go. Be. Do. Live. Fly . . . .

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Mar 15, 2013

Mar 15, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC

suzanne-wilson-regalia

I Wrote You A Poem As You Took A History Test

Stop. Stop being a mason without the ring building brick walls you cannot break through. Stop pretending they are insurmountable and you are Humpty Dumpty. Stop. Stop being Atlas and shrug it off like a light dusting of November snow. Stop believing this is all yours to carry and that your knees will break. Stop. Stop being an earthbound astronaut soldered to the earth by 12 layers of biaxially-oriented polyethylene terephthalate. Stop pulling on the heavy boots that won’t let you fly. Stop. And then. Go. Be. Do. Live. Fly . . . .

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I had a glass onion in my chest, You don't need to peel apart; Look and you could see my fear, Each tier a by-gone lover, Through transparent scars. Today I've a transplanted heart, One fashioned from polyethylene; Kick it, slap it til it drips red, Bruised and bullied, wrinkled and bled. It won't crack, It can't break, I've got it framed To keep it safe

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 12:34 PM UTC

francie-lynch

Polyethylene Beat

I had a glass onion in my chest, You don't need to peel apart; Look and you could see my fear, Each tier a by-gone lover, Through transparent scars. Today I've a transplanted heart, One fashioned from polyethylene; Kick it, slap it til it drips red, Bruised and bullied, wrinkled and bled. It won't crack, It can't break, I've got it framed To keep it safe

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i am not the swan that graces azure ponds i am not a barbie doll wrapped in polyethylene then why must you look at me? you could caress the nebulae that blink hopefully in the night sky you could hold in your hand the green groves that span for thousands of years i am neither and for that you should turn your gaze please lift me off the pedestal and throw me in the sewer where i can bathe in my own flesh go find your muse amongst the forget-me-nots and roses and forget me where you don't belong

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Feb 19, 2015

Feb 19, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC

thesadnurse

Untitled

i am not the swan that graces azure ponds i am not a barbie doll wrapped in polyethylene then why must you look at me? you could caress the nebulae that blink hopefully in the night sky you could hold in your hand the green groves that span for thousands of years i am neither and for that you should turn your gaze please lift me off the pedestal and throw me in the sewer where i can bathe in my own flesh go find your muse amongst the forget-me-nots and roses and forget me where you don't belong

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Green Stars - FBI, Black, Brown, Black, Six Hours HD - km 31 - Ohm Ghemegius Vatniji 2786 in 5 minutes - HD - Greece 10 -10 - 495K - - 10 Printed Kingdoms - May 1283k Award 10 MINUTES - HD ~ KB: 5 minutes and 10 minutes as a new device key - 3851 2153 kg 582.3K silent - 206 100,000 - 10 minutes, 10 consultants 10 to 12 minutes, 10 minutes, 10 minutes, 81 minutes, 10 minutes, 10 minutes, 10 minutes, 10 minutes, 2.4 minutes, 3 MB - HD 10 Intermediate - 16.35 Saudi Arabia 400, which is black and white, 7 Jamaican pocket speaker ******* I, in other words, is not easy. Despite global competition, the ARP 2029F L25 is Robinson's secretary for the EU, Brazil, the United Kingdom and other health services in square meters. The center is 120 meters deep, all merchants work. In New York, greens are black and white, black and white, black and white in the United States and Australia. South Africa, stars and federal investigations of clerics continue in the world of Western **** cadres. - 3.1 km - HD polyethylene and black, white, white printed ink - HD 6 Jamie's Gold Mining brings small flowers 278.6 amazing dreams 5 minutes. 10-10 ~ 5 hours HD HD - 495C children - 10 minutes. 10 minutes after the hard drive 10 hours of silence 5823K consultants - blocked and ***** - 3051k - 2061k shots - 2.2 feet tall - well - 2 hours and 10 new standard movements in seven minutes 5823K HD - 26 minutes - 10 - 81, 3 MB - 16.35. 400 right 10 HD Multimedia: the simple Yeek model is not easy. This is due to the fact that the period of five years was determined by the African region. Note: Armageddon in 2029 1 Samuel, Samuel standing. North Robertson Road, North America, Robertson Road, North America, Robertson Road, United States, United Kingdom, Cichy Camera CAV 1200800000, but manufacturers: black, black, white, black, black, black, white and many others. - Jamie Gold took 5 minute breaks 278.6 dreams, black, gray, HD, gray for six minutes - United States, Russia, South Africa, stars Graham - Ruidoso and stars in New York, Jane's America Western Union 3, 1K. - Easy, sweet and Greek 10-10 - New HD ~ 5 MINUTES - C 495 Travel - Around 10 minutes - April 04 Only 10 sunny rooms. 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes, negative emotions - 26 min x min - 81.3 minutes, MB - black and white, black, white, Hair from Saudi Arabia 400 16.35 Liquid plate for ten minutes in two minutes. Dr. Jack is not easy in African countries have information on 2029 attacks 1, Sam goes on to page 1. In Europe, Robertson formed in 2050 the fourth Brazilian testing program and the Black Sea, the governor of France, Tupiline and many others. The first great British thief is a British farmer born in 2001 with billions of dollars.

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Dec 2, 2018

Dec 2, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC

johnny-noiπ

Ishikirikiretochi Beauty [Armageddon in 2029: 1 Samuel]

Green Stars - FBI, Black, Brown, Black, Six Hours HD - km 31 - Ohm Ghemegius Vatniji 2786 in 5 minutes - HD - Greece 10 -10 - 495K - - 10 Printed Kingdoms - May 1283k Award 10 MINUTES - HD ~ KB: 5 minutes and 10 minutes as a new device key - 3851 2153 kg 582.3K silent - 206 100,000 - 10 minutes, 10 consultants 10 to 12 minutes, 10 minutes, 10 minutes, 81 minutes, 10 minutes, 10 minutes, 10 minutes, 10 minutes, 2.4 minutes, 3 MB - HD 10 Intermediate - 16.35 Saudi Arabia 400, which is black and white, 7 Jamaican pocket speaker ******* I, in other words, is not easy. Despite global competition, the ARP 2029F L25 is Robinson's secretary for the EU, Brazil, the United Kingdom and other health services in square meters. The center is 120 meters deep, all merchants work. In New York, greens are black and white, black and white, black and white in the United States and Australia. South Africa, stars and federal investigations of clerics continue in the world of Western **** cadres. - 3.1 km - HD polyethylene and black, white, white printed ink - HD 6 Jamie's Gold Mining brings small flowers 278.6 amazing dreams 5 minutes. 10-10 ~ 5 hours HD HD - 495C children - 10 minutes. 10 minutes after the hard drive 10 hours of silence 5823K consultants - blocked and ***** - 3051k - 2061k shots - 2.2 feet tall - well - 2 hours and 10 new standard movements in seven minutes 5823K HD - 26 minutes - 10 - 81, 3 MB - 16.35. 400 right 10 HD Multimedia: the simple Yeek model is not easy. This is due to the fact that the period of five years was determined by the African region. Note: Armageddon in 2029 1 Samuel, Samuel standing. North Robertson Road, North America, Robertson Road, North America, Robertson Road, United States, United Kingdom, Cichy Camera CAV 1200800000, but manufacturers: black, black, white, black, black, black, white and many others. - Jamie Gold took 5 minute breaks 278.6 dreams, black, gray, HD, gray for six minutes - United States, Russia, South Africa, stars Graham - Ruidoso and stars in New York, Jane's America Western Union 3, 1K. - Easy, sweet and Greek 10-10 - New HD ~ 5 MINUTES - C 495 Travel - Around 10 minutes - April 04 Only 10 sunny rooms. 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes 10 minutes, negative emotions - 26 min x min - 81.3 minutes, MB - black and white, black, white, Hair from Saudi Arabia 400 16.35 Liquid plate for ten minutes in two minutes. Dr. Jack is not easy in African countries have information on 2029 attacks 1, Sam goes on to page 1. In Europe, Robertson formed in 2050 the fourth Brazilian testing program and the Black Sea, the governor of France, Tupiline and many others. The first great British thief is a British farmer born in 2001 with billions of dollars.

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if they were to strap me down upon the concrete bed aside the polished steel of the Dairy Queen Machine modified just for me with the carnival calliope and that special polyethylene hose the "new car smell" threaded with such care from the spigot to my gullet would i bear it well? would i fight back when they threw the switch and the warm slop began to flow? i’ve heard they sometimes fill these machines with medical waste but this tastes different today oh sure i might struggle even as my abdomen distends my fibres unravel the tar seeps out from me and wets my spine i might risk everything anything for a second chance i might but then again i haven’t before so why start now?

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Sep 15, 2016

Sep 15, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC

daniel-schoen

a second chance

if they were to strap me down upon the concrete bed aside the polished steel of the Dairy Queen Machine modified just for me with the carnival calliope and that special polyethylene hose the "new car smell" threaded with such care from the spigot to my gullet would i bear it well? would i fight back when they threw the switch and the warm slop began to flow? i’ve heard they sometimes fill these machines with medical waste but this tastes different today oh sure i might struggle even as my abdomen distends my fibres unravel the tar seeps out from me and wets my spine i might risk everything anything for a second chance i might but then again i haven’t before so why start now?

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have you ever taken your hair out of a towel and found it completely dry? me neither. the odd part is i don't hate life i only hate who it's made me out to be how when i'm simmering in a soupy soapy bath of eucalyptus and hot water i can see my body so clearly see everything i despise so clearly *(on second thought it's only the things i love about myself that never come into focus.)* i can't stand how when i'm sad the tiniest things feel like malicious jabs to my stomach i could feel it the panic attack waiting for me lurking behind my heavy eyelids scratchy jeans mustard sleeves funeral apron polyethylene under my skin. *(i'm sorry if you think i'm not listening because chances are that i'm not it's not anything personal it's just that i live so completely in my own head that i occasionally forget what's going on)* last night before i fell asleep i gave the thoughts in my head names and personalities let them speak in their own original voices. *(of course in the morning i'd forgotten the details but they're still up there)* i keep seeing people who i don't want to talk to a sick side effect of leaving the house if there's anything i'm not it's bulletproof in an apron right in the head or relaxed in a bath.

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Aug 22, 2016

Aug 22, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC

be-mccomb

distracted

have you ever taken your hair out of a towel and found it completely dry? me neither. the odd part is i don't hate life i only hate who it's made me out to be how when i'm simmering in a soupy soapy bath of eucalyptus and hot water i can see my body so clearly see everything i despise so clearly *(on second thought it's only the things i love about myself that never come into focus.)* i can't stand how when i'm sad the tiniest things feel like malicious jabs to my stomach i could feel it the panic attack waiting for me lurking behind my heavy eyelids scratchy jeans mustard sleeves funeral apron polyethylene under my skin. *(i'm sorry if you think i'm not listening because chances are that i'm not it's not anything personal it's just that i live so completely in my own head that i occasionally forget what's going on)* last night before i fell asleep i gave the thoughts in my head names and personalities let them speak in their own original voices. *(of course in the morning i'd forgotten the details but they're still up there)* i keep seeing people who i don't want to talk to a sick side effect of leaving the house if there's anything i'm not it's bulletproof in an apron right in the head or relaxed in a bath.

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