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could my distaste to this place possibly lie in the uselessness of it all.
we go day to day doing hardly anything of some sort of substance. and all you can take when you have none is anything that has a slight thorn of intrest.
highlights of a darkened sky, sitting, waiting for that flaming running ball of gas slowly giving in to its end of forever burning.
and to think it went so long, glowing and disposing of its own compounds. hanging there like a lynched faith..surrounded by kindred fires, getting along like shit with flys. drawing and maping out these gorgeous "constillations". i have my own blue prints with all that lyes within me..and everything worth it is in my sky.
i get bored with my own horizon. we are stars.
and how long can you glow? how long can i glow?
hanging in.
hanging out.
orbiting off of anything else[everything else]. maybe i chose the wrong atmosphere to dabble with.
maybe i chose the wrong galaxy.
pulsating off the beats in the soil, like a cold creature to heat.
or any light of some kind.
could my dis-satisfactions with this spoon full of medicine be influenced by the way i swallow it all?
i'm coming up on a sign as to say 'poor digestion, poor diet-three miles away'
and now i must ease up on the pedal, and just coast my way through this universe of unattractive beasts. always carry protection.
and never hesitate.
we go day to day doing hardly anything of some sort of substance. and all you can take when you have none is anything that has a slight thorn of intrest.
highlights of a darkened sky, sitting, waiting for that flaming running ball of gas slowly giving in to its end of forever burning.
and to think it went so long, glowing and disposing of its own compounds. hanging there like a lynched faith..surrounded by kindred fires, getting along like shit with flys. drawing and maping out these gorgeous "constillations". i have my own blue prints with all that lyes within me..and everything worth it is in my sky.
i get bored with my own horizon. we are stars.
and how long can you glow? how long can i glow?
hanging in.
hanging out.
orbiting off of anything else[everything else]. maybe i chose the wrong atmosphere to dabble with.
maybe i chose the wrong galaxy.
pulsating off the beats in the soil, like a cold creature to heat.
or any light of some kind.
could my dis-satisfactions with this spoon full of medicine be influenced by the way i swallow it all?
i'm coming up on a sign as to say 'poor digestion, poor diet-three miles away'
and now i must ease up on the pedal, and just coast my way through this universe of unattractive beasts. always carry protection.
and never hesitate.