Going to the Wall
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I was thinking of those moments of social worlds ,
Then noticing it was not me or you, it was us. talking over coffee. I remember such knowing of something but not really; the dark joke could of been from anywhere. It's was then , as dancing around the issues, I became the lye or hate of those worlds . So many words to express dislike for the ways those phases take from the moments , and they become something else.
the they seemed
far more disturbing , A something
Then noticing it was not me or you, it was us. talking over coffee. I remember such knowing of something but not really; the dark joke could of been from anywhere. It's was then , as dancing around the issues, I became the lye or hate of those worlds . So many words to express dislike for the ways those phases take from the moments , and they become something else.
the they seemed
far more disturbing , A something
Going to the Wall
These ideals are ,strange How they come from a darker side+ the subject is either me or you./ While , in the middle of looking "I was looking for me:" Then I worried about you.? the strange hum of you,/rather / suddenly you - made me paranoid . The makings of you; are very different than me How is it you could say that? <the stress built to panic> I'll pull my hairs out Knowing something lingers < thought i went native for a good sec..> Then your comment " I was dumb as a brick ??" " Well sack of potato 's " said ,the Son of a bitch , (screaming ) "I 'm not sane any more !" After all those cups of java , and the ways ,( as one does ) took moments from me , mocking my words; Why? It was something said , not any fact at all. |
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| "I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity." -Edgar Allan Poe It was a little hard to follow, but that makes the theme all the more concrete. Great write, thanks for sharing :) | Posted on 2017-09-14 00:00:00 | by endlessgame23 | [ Reply to This ] | |
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