March 2010
5 tags
sound density supression
In ten seconds you’ll think faster than you ever did before and you’ll regret leaving the skid marks in your brain. The breaks are too slow and interaction is crashing. Its always that way when you’re sitting on the bricks waiting for your colon to go numb from the brick basal temperature. Apathy and nature continues. For how long you wait stuck looking down on the dirt, twigs...
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There aint no such thing as they was no freedom and there was no freedom for those who were yet to be saved by invisible hands.
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I was talking about foreign exchange students and you just kept talking about DoS and it just turned into who could talk the loudest in the end.
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excuse
Ill fitting clothes mean you’ll be sure to drag mercy on hold on the phone. click click. two lines twitch into three. Third being unknown and will remain unknown till click click. Coming up with excuses in the calculator mind. watching the animals and the airplanes make noise. passing by and inhaling a smidgen too much smog and it was then you spoke out about a headache. medicine dispensed....
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"Back before time was time and space was space."
Checking twice before a mirror - salute cartilage facade. Influenced by the patented human industry. Patterns following eyes, Up and down. Ideas are from the asteroids plummeting slow. Grains of small pox rash trickle down southern skin Further a beat in the heart of slumbering slow soul. Planting the seeds in the ground. Self fulfilling prophecy in the soil. Suspension between fact and...
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No busco claridad
Sentient pizza slices floating across the sky. My hunger selling quick tricks like the prostitutes just outside my cul da sac. I watch them black skinned…standing crooked to show how vast their injectional innards go. Quite inwards… Their necks are aesthetically branded and their ears are tagged like cattle. Their re-con is their cellphone which they clutch to their face to look not so...
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My curtains are breathing
through sustained dry heaves my room is breathing. the retina is flashing. Asking “If we could live through an animal for a day. Would we hate being human? Would we want to go back to being human?” Being human is the least of cool. The best of worst. The indigestion of life on earth.
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Cross hairs following you uphill.
“Is it true what they say? You can’t behave? You gambled your soul away.” I was under the false pretense idealistic threshold posturized posterpedic idea that we as humans cared. But whats outside there that we cannot see. The news broadcasts repeats over and over it happens again and again. As it will ever be broad casted into the depths of the universe. Is this fiction or fact...
