Distraction like a cacophony but in silence Mind wandering music plays catch their fall, their fallin’ out of the sky And scenes stolen from my memory begin to spin
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The weekend went by in a flicker of feral nature and fire flies; a dance so decadent as to only be engaged in limited supply. Not a single complaint from this Fay one. A smile still paints my face
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and i wander where i am wondering and vice is versa my vices have increased expedentially and yet i am still smiling but there is an addictiveness to being kissed to being touched to being slapped to being taken and bent into the shape of anothers desire
fuck junky
where will my mind end up in all of this physical?