Philosophical afterthoughts. Enjoying conversations.
Broken friendships. Shame and frustration.
Not completely honest. A source of friction.
Love and life coalesce in this shape.
I want to remember the morning and the shape it takes
and i don't want to remember it anymore
because nothing is really important
and everything should be forgotten sometimes
even if it is everything precious
and no faith or truth is like this
Like life and cars and news and war
and forget all unnecessary crap
you know what you like
Take yourself and taste you and give of you
cry and loathe and waste and explore
your boundaries are imaginary
your insanity is a rule to be broken
who imagines you?






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i knew you were dead when you opened your eyes.
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dAdA... much ado about nothing
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dAdA... much ado about nothing
night-time here, and sleepless..
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dAdA... much ado about nothing
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dAdA... much ado about nothing
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