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i sit hear with a different set of eyes. my mirror has been refraining from speaking the truth. individualism is what i support, yes.... but my individualism has lead me to growing obese, forgetting how to spell words correctly, and improvisation with drunk.
something needs to change, no doubt.
status: i'm productive to a sort spending my time drinking to "drop inhibitions" and create freely. yet in the meanwhile i find myself using alcohol to "dehabitilitate the idea of my freight train of thoughts" that has often kept me in a one way sleep motion. Dreams are to blame if blaming is my act. Since i was a young bastard i can remember dreams as clear as my truthless mirror, and dreams: the subconscious drunk.
At this moment some pretentious idea arrived to utter,
"televised dream 6438955987"
so what can i do? i've been here in this room trying to write a soundtrack for some movie. it seems my concentration has subsided. it must be the moon. what else could it be? my drinking? my changing self? of course not! things these days are 28, my age....... it's only a time frame and nothing less... so grab hold of yourself and keep in those frontal lobes. that a cage of strings will eventually stretch if you believe in the divinity of change.
so thus, thand, and thereso... you've gone too far and you'll forget unless you can repeat these words more often than you repeat yourself.
something needs to change, no doubt.
status: i'm productive to a sort spending my time drinking to "drop inhibitions" and create freely. yet in the meanwhile i find myself using alcohol to "dehabitilitate the idea of my freight train of thoughts" that has often kept me in a one way sleep motion. Dreams are to blame if blaming is my act. Since i was a young bastard i can remember dreams as clear as my truthless mirror, and dreams: the subconscious drunk.
At this moment some pretentious idea arrived to utter,
"televised dream 6438955987"
so what can i do? i've been here in this room trying to write a soundtrack for some movie. it seems my concentration has subsided. it must be the moon. what else could it be? my drinking? my changing self? of course not! things these days are 28, my age....... it's only a time frame and nothing less... so grab hold of yourself and keep in those frontal lobes. that a cage of strings will eventually stretch if you believe in the divinity of change.
so thus, thand, and thereso... you've gone too far and you'll forget unless you can repeat these words more often than you repeat yourself.