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fanta puts the fanta in fantastic.
and my new deoderant smells like plastic.
i am writing trivial, mindless drivel because i am supposed to be asleep.
i am writing trivial, mindless drivel because i
my dreams have turned brown. a bright, blinding brown that burns my eyes. reflecting back onto the color until it's decaying, dripping rot. down the wall. down and out. always on the inside. inside out.
my skull acts as a wall to keep anything from coming out. my brain sloshes around inside and scatters everything until nothing makes sense and i don't have anything to say. read everything i'm writing aloud. wherever you are, read it out loud and spread my seed of shit until i'm scattered everywhere.
i used to religiously keep track of the time we'd been together. it might be impossible to know how much you need a person until they aren't there and the pile of pillows you formed to resemble a body's outline doesn't breathe, doesn't sync up with your own heartbeat, doesn't exhale warm recycled air into your face, doesn't keep your bare legs warm. there's nothing to smell besides yourself, no comfort lies here, no hand to hold but your own and you tried that and it doesn't work. and i'm sitting on the porch and ashes are floating around me like a dirty, polluted snow globe with fred sanford sitting right in the middle of it holding his chest. the gravels form the driveway that soaks up any other color that you think ought to be there too and you breathe in and you breathe out and you think about what you're thinking about or what you should be thinking about or what you never thought of in the first place.
and if you thought none of that made sense, try this.
i sleep myself to death at night, confident that this recharge will change something, only to be resurrected by reality every morning with nothing different.
goodnight foul stench hovering in the air
goodnight cause it's late and i don't care
goodnight cat, stop licking your ass
goodnight bowel movement i just can't pass
goodnight computer, your buzzing won't end
goodnight email - i just hit send
goodnight drugs, you got me high
goodnight cigarettes, i know i'll die
goodnight television, goodnight brain
goodnight bruises, perhaps i need grain?
goodnight livejournal, goodnight myspace
goodnight daniel, don't drool on my face
goodnight trailerpark next door
goodnight fork i found on the floor
goodnight fucking motherfucking farewell
goodnight shitballs muffin-titties, oh hell
have a great summer.
don't ever change.
call me and we'll hang out sometime.
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.
and my new deoderant smells like plastic.
i am writing trivial, mindless drivel because i am supposed to be asleep.
i am writing trivial, mindless drivel because i
my dreams have turned brown. a bright, blinding brown that burns my eyes. reflecting back onto the color until it's decaying, dripping rot. down the wall. down and out. always on the inside. inside out.
my skull acts as a wall to keep anything from coming out. my brain sloshes around inside and scatters everything until nothing makes sense and i don't have anything to say. read everything i'm writing aloud. wherever you are, read it out loud and spread my seed of shit until i'm scattered everywhere.
i used to religiously keep track of the time we'd been together. it might be impossible to know how much you need a person until they aren't there and the pile of pillows you formed to resemble a body's outline doesn't breathe, doesn't sync up with your own heartbeat, doesn't exhale warm recycled air into your face, doesn't keep your bare legs warm. there's nothing to smell besides yourself, no comfort lies here, no hand to hold but your own and you tried that and it doesn't work. and i'm sitting on the porch and ashes are floating around me like a dirty, polluted snow globe with fred sanford sitting right in the middle of it holding his chest. the gravels form the driveway that soaks up any other color that you think ought to be there too and you breathe in and you breathe out and you think about what you're thinking about or what you should be thinking about or what you never thought of in the first place.
and if you thought none of that made sense, try this.
i sleep myself to death at night, confident that this recharge will change something, only to be resurrected by reality every morning with nothing different.
goodnight foul stench hovering in the air
goodnight cause it's late and i don't care
goodnight cat, stop licking your ass
goodnight bowel movement i just can't pass
goodnight computer, your buzzing won't end
goodnight email - i just hit send
goodnight drugs, you got me high
goodnight cigarettes, i know i'll die
goodnight television, goodnight brain
goodnight bruises, perhaps i need grain?
goodnight livejournal, goodnight myspace
goodnight daniel, don't drool on my face
goodnight trailerpark next door
goodnight fork i found on the floor
goodnight fucking motherfucking farewell
goodnight shitballs muffin-titties, oh hell
have a great summer.
don't ever change.
call me and we'll hang out sometime.
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.