his focus was always on that slither of something just beyond the door.
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he just could not get a grasp on reality lately. this wasn't anything new to him, fairly certain is was a way to cope with things that forced him to function emotionally. spanish radio broadcasts has been replaced by single dog barking entirely irrhythmically. all this empty space again..a sloppy sky had been replaced by elephant ear clouds and a splattered egg of a sun. the cotton candy blue background of it all danced effortlessly in seemingly sporatic designs but he knew better than to buy into this farce. it was all plans carrying themselves out like two people meeting at a bar/such confidence flailing around that each knows clothes are coming off in a frenzy like pieces fly from cars at high speed collisions. like a man with a good insurance plan he smiled, awkward minutes after the accident, and the realization this was his benefit came clearer from the foreign parts of his memory. she shared in his confusion, a fun sort of weird the opponent embraced secretly while the far side of the line saw this as narrative for their lives. this was the kind of line he was to wanting smear black ink over, one might find a shute down through to the beginning when the players were young and inexperienced in the vantage of winning. lucky one might find their way back to simply playing the game.
in the end it turned out she was too much of positive to let his imagination run the course for them. he pitied her for this as he has only found ladders and is of thoughts that history in fact does repeat itself. the central banks calling in debts, the fake panic of markets to go bankrupt, franny may and mack fay and A G I, and of course his doubt; two negatives cancelling out. ,let's all move to india, he thought.
"things will turn out the way you want... if you could just stop doubting that i love you."
he just could not get a grasp on reality lately. this wasn't anything new to him, fairly certain is was a way to cope with things that forced him to function emotionally. spanish radio broadcasts has been replaced by single dog barking entirely irrhythmically. all this empty space again..a sloppy sky had been replaced by elephant ear clouds and a splattered egg of a sun. the cotton candy blue background of it all danced effortlessly in seemingly sporatic designs but he knew better than to buy into this farce. it was all plans carrying themselves out like two people meeting at a bar/such confidence flailing around that each knows clothes are coming off in a frenzy like pieces fly from cars at high speed collisions. like a man with a good insurance plan he smiled, awkward minutes after the accident, and the realization this was his benefit came clearer from the foreign parts of his memory. she shared in his confusion, a fun sort of weird the opponent embraced secretly while the far side of the line saw this as narrative for their lives. this was the kind of line he was to wanting smear black ink over, one might find a shute down through to the beginning when the players were young and inexperienced in the vantage of winning. lucky one might find their way back to simply playing the game.
in the end it turned out she was too much of positive to let his imagination run the course for them. he pitied her for this as he has only found ladders and is of thoughts that history in fact does repeat itself. the central banks calling in debts, the fake panic of markets to go bankrupt, franny may and mack fay and A G I, and of course his doubt; two negatives cancelling out. ,let's all move to india, he thought.
"things will turn out the way you want... if you could just stop doubting that i love you."