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vagina motherfuckers
So I am sick, really sick, really really fucking sick. It sucks mad ass cheese. I'm coughing up huge chunks of grossness and I'm dizzy all the time and now I cant hardly talk. I really hope this clears up soon cause I have a couple obligations this weekend that I cant afford to miss. So now I am taking advil to control the fever and cough drops to break up my blockages. Shitty
So I bought another camera, a used canon film camera so I can use my nice new lenses for film and digital. It should be here this weekend so I might go shoot a bit just to play with it.
the dizziness is getting to me and the room is swirling with the sounds of "one" and the pulse of the out of sync lights and monitor. Now I can see the fluttering of my heartbeat in the edges of my vision. In my mangled mental state I realize that I am not sure who I am writing this to anymore. Now the song is changed, postal service words that signaled a great change in my life once before. I hear the synth sounds and electric drums but they seem unconnected to this reality like a soundtrack. The words are so much clearer now then i remember from your car, and their message is so pliable. I'm now have drunk with this illness but not in the way you would recognize its a clear and focused state of thought. not prone to swinging emotions but to careful consideration and I don't know what I am doing here now. *deleted thoughts*. The light is conspiring against me in this room. The desk growing flatter and oranger each second. The blue pen is a strange middle tone now and the water bottle is so saturated it hurts. Orange, the color of cowardice tonight? The color of deleted thoughts and avoided words. I have no idea how to work this ride anymore. If for some reason you cant understand this rambling post and its disjointed phrasing. remember "you're perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by."
Its a long way down
Its a long way down
Its a long way down
to the place where we started from
thanks for reading
So I am sick, really sick, really really fucking sick. It sucks mad ass cheese. I'm coughing up huge chunks of grossness and I'm dizzy all the time and now I cant hardly talk. I really hope this clears up soon cause I have a couple obligations this weekend that I cant afford to miss. So now I am taking advil to control the fever and cough drops to break up my blockages. Shitty
So I bought another camera, a used canon film camera so I can use my nice new lenses for film and digital. It should be here this weekend so I might go shoot a bit just to play with it.
the dizziness is getting to me and the room is swirling with the sounds of "one" and the pulse of the out of sync lights and monitor. Now I can see the fluttering of my heartbeat in the edges of my vision. In my mangled mental state I realize that I am not sure who I am writing this to anymore. Now the song is changed, postal service words that signaled a great change in my life once before. I hear the synth sounds and electric drums but they seem unconnected to this reality like a soundtrack. The words are so much clearer now then i remember from your car, and their message is so pliable. I'm now have drunk with this illness but not in the way you would recognize its a clear and focused state of thought. not prone to swinging emotions but to careful consideration and I don't know what I am doing here now. *deleted thoughts*. The light is conspiring against me in this room. The desk growing flatter and oranger each second. The blue pen is a strange middle tone now and the water bottle is so saturated it hurts. Orange, the color of cowardice tonight? The color of deleted thoughts and avoided words. I have no idea how to work this ride anymore. If for some reason you cant understand this rambling post and its disjointed phrasing. remember "you're perfect verse is just a lie you tell yourself to help you get by."
Its a long way down
Its a long way down
Its a long way down
to the place where we started from
thanks for reading