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dismember blendered figure thought. your words of arrogant stripes strike my streaked eyes of styrofoam frozen feeling.
i've been lost in a cold white space as an arrogant dream storms in from another life i have felt the snaps of lines that bind us all to this world
i have felt such unreal pain and not known what to do, it isn't mine i have stayed awake for weeks and slept for days... not one dream
under low grey skies and a razored wind that tears at the walls.
i'll speak in vague sentences because i don't want to radiate all the happiness i feel, but i'll speak in unclear words because i am hurt.
like cracked hands, our folds seep through and the distance in the fleeting feeling. i am that red light to green smack go, i am the tight talk love of your subworld - to the side like your segmented dinner. *i will not be your dull wheat bread.
we make the jokes of the prepubescent age, caffeinated yellow5 on the front step, and the showerhead thought trickled down safer in your lonesome singing of your best and brightest thoughts. too slow on the paper-ink transformation.
things don't have to be this hard, you. please let me be. for so long, all i've wanted to do is be.
happy. i am something of the neutral. let me be.
this music does something to me. and i know i rave and i rant more than others would, but when i'm warm and cold from the chills it sends through me, i can't help but to let it overpower me.
it's just this thing i want to escape into through some doorway where no one will find me and my laughter will continue to shield my imperfection.
i wasn't sure, i thought that something happened but i didn't know what, the moment seemed to fade, and i turned my eyes back to her.. that's when i saw, i freeze the look of pre-alert and study it still, her smile starts to loosen, her pupils yawn wide and then she's blown... from the face of the earth .
-anne marie.
i've been lost in a cold white space as an arrogant dream storms in from another life i have felt the snaps of lines that bind us all to this world
i have felt such unreal pain and not known what to do, it isn't mine i have stayed awake for weeks and slept for days... not one dream
under low grey skies and a razored wind that tears at the walls.
i'll speak in vague sentences because i don't want to radiate all the happiness i feel, but i'll speak in unclear words because i am hurt.
like cracked hands, our folds seep through and the distance in the fleeting feeling. i am that red light to green smack go, i am the tight talk love of your subworld - to the side like your segmented dinner. *i will not be your dull wheat bread.
we make the jokes of the prepubescent age, caffeinated yellow5 on the front step, and the showerhead thought trickled down safer in your lonesome singing of your best and brightest thoughts. too slow on the paper-ink transformation.
things don't have to be this hard, you. please let me be. for so long, all i've wanted to do is be.
happy. i am something of the neutral. let me be.
this music does something to me. and i know i rave and i rant more than others would, but when i'm warm and cold from the chills it sends through me, i can't help but to let it overpower me.
it's just this thing i want to escape into through some doorway where no one will find me and my laughter will continue to shield my imperfection.
i wasn't sure, i thought that something happened but i didn't know what, the moment seemed to fade, and i turned my eyes back to her.. that's when i saw, i freeze the look of pre-alert and study it still, her smile starts to loosen, her pupils yawn wide and then she's blown... from the face of the earth .
-anne marie.