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most things seem surreal to me. especially the forrest green spattered across the dimmed blueish gray. and when my head is tilted backwards, eyes wide shut. cigarette in one hand, adultered ego in the other. your bullshit flag waves slightly to the left, whatever that means. the grass is infact greener on this side. this side. when the untimely journey rounds about the colors mesh and fade. [young] boy with his [innocent] lips knows nothing of my mishapen kiss. the sun sets and your form--gone from the recesses of my very cruel mind. abide by myself. unabide by myself. cackles from the elderly and not-so-wise are the only truths thus far, highly unfortunate for my well being. i find no escape, this is my own. i'm tempted to cool the ashes in my retina.