spit out hindering tendencies.
I want to write language in a sonic verse and scream it out as toxins to infect all others. To stand upon my soap box in the shape of a vessel-leaking-lover and blaspheme your origin until you start to discover the irrationality hidden behind your blissful moonshine garden. Dig through toggled un-granted wishes, keep rigging up tetrises through nightmare resistant blinding columns, find a flat bed of salt water tea and impoverish, paralysis from an anti-body army will keep you from running from what has become a forest. This is why our drunken dreams hangover us at daybreak but chronic broadcasts take up our memories. You've seen a beggar in a transparent dress holding a sign that reads, “All you need is to protect your mind.” This theory plays with us like woodwinds and perforates our paper thin skin to tattoo us from within to our outward heroin whore.
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