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why can i hear it so clearly
the shunk of the metal through my cords
i can envision i can see it so clearly
right toward the end of my night
i can just close my eyes and
the shovel comes down upon me
point first and crushes my throat
before the skin breaks
pushing my blood in the earth
i know it and can see it coming
and the brain still fires and the heart still beats
teaching myself how to be expresssionistic
while stoned eventually helped me get out of the regular
ho-hum cul-de-sac of smoking weed then being too entirely
involved with the input from connections with humans
and less with an increasingly equal output of communication of humanity
down a path of expressionism being these two
paths running parallel separate, equal.
together they form a stripe via ink-
`no one lives one life,
we are too affected by our surroundings.
`when you see that you affect your surroundings equal,
you realize there is one life.
duality is an illusion for stratification of happy and sad for the simple hope to understand.
hope and understanding are cloaks and mirrors in a magical dance dance disney planet.
my lives sway and converge, a vehicle crossing lanes
like a population of molecules, there are waxes and wanes.
why even make such a supposition?
that we don't have to change if we don't want to-
when biology dictates a constant issuance of tissues!
you may think i'm just taking the science route for answers, but you fucking know i'm right!?
the shunk of the metal through my cords
i can envision i can see it so clearly
right toward the end of my night
i can just close my eyes and
the shovel comes down upon me
point first and crushes my throat
before the skin breaks
pushing my blood in the earth
i know it and can see it coming
and the brain still fires and the heart still beats
teaching myself how to be expresssionistic
while stoned eventually helped me get out of the regular
ho-hum cul-de-sac of smoking weed then being too entirely
involved with the input from connections with humans
and less with an increasingly equal output of communication of humanity
down a path of expressionism being these two
paths running parallel separate, equal.
together they form a stripe via ink-
`no one lives one life,
we are too affected by our surroundings.
`when you see that you affect your surroundings equal,
you realize there is one life.
duality is an illusion for stratification of happy and sad for the simple hope to understand.
hope and understanding are cloaks and mirrors in a magical dance dance disney planet.
my lives sway and converge, a vehicle crossing lanes
like a population of molecules, there are waxes and wanes.
why even make such a supposition?
that we don't have to change if we don't want to-
when biology dictates a constant issuance of tissues!
you may think i'm just taking the science route for answers, but you fucking know i'm right!?