times

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good grief.

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my place in all this?


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clothes

please explain to me why we all are wearing the same thing.

pretty

so i can say that i finally see more then the physical....
Unfortunately i can not back up my argument with ample support because the subject in speaking, the essence of this individual has bled through onto the surface, leaving the body stained with allluring feature.




- "midnight train" - lyfe jennings

pictures

I'm wondering just how clearly you see what i am saying.

turn, turn, turn

Please pass me my things so i can leave.
my welcome has been expired. obviously.
I can tell because your smile seems tired now. you are looking at me with the eyes watchin every move i make, wondering if my shifts of position are me getting up to take off.
I've finally caught on. Unfortunately.
It hurts. wow, is that a boring statement or what?
This is the part where the soundtrack fills in some acoustic slow string, deep felt beat. And the vocals gotta tell me to get outta here cuz for some reason you wont just come out and say it. Then the music will drown out the cheap talk of mine and yours which is simply smearing this foul moment.
Have you ever seen a smile fade so dramatically mid sentence. Because I will acknowledge the reality of this realization.
Drowned out.
This is not playing out the way I initially thought…
But I think its right.
Because ignorance is bliss but I don't want it. I ask each night that everything be returned to its correct fit. My bed has been missing me apparently. My "feelings" were not supposed to stay here.
"Can you please pass my keys. I'm gunna take off."
I'm sorry. That’s me speaking. Not you. Never you. Pass me back my feeling, as in me is where they are right to reside.
Gather the contents of my pockets that I have left on your coffee table. Add some friction between my feet and this tile. Anything to draw this out. The momentum powers my body forward as my soul stands in your doorway staring. This can't be the truth. But it must be because something's taken my ability to argue this time.
There seems to be somethings that just come. And there are some things that just go. And the part I can't change is the movement. I attempt to manipulate the directions. I push the pendulum as best I can for as long as I can and forget that the further I get, the farther it swings back. Reverse. Rewind. And every moment plays back in my head the entire ride. Questioning that time and that time. What about that time…?
The easiest response is to just join my body and step out.
But…


But..?

Belly Button.

Everybody's got one.

"If you don't prepare, then prepare to fail"
Guess I should be expectin the worst then....I'm sucha procrastinator.
Sad thing is, the kick in the gut is comin. Its not a matter of if my button will be pressed, but when. Inevitably, I was born with a belly button...now i gotta deal with it.

"The master of my fate, captain of my soul"? - yes. unfortunately. fortunately.

Deal with what i've been given. Deal with what has been taken.
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Heel square, centered below the ribs. force.
cough. vomit. breakfast, lunch, and dinner. loss of appetite. low blood sugar headache. Hunger. Still no appetite. Fatigue and gravel. bits and pieces. my gums are throbbing (not sure why). Scrapped palms with asphault. black. and blue. blue.
mellows me out. calms me down. Eyes dripped unintentionally.
trouble of mind.

bury a metal capsule in this vessel. A steady cool path of reversing existence. Would result in nothing more then ink and gossip. And the kick in the gut, yeh that, the kick in the gut would be in vain. in vain.
refrain from the click.
look up through lashes plastered together with dust and tears. slide my hands and knees along as the rocks and stones engrave their initials in me for future reference.
inch my way outta this picture.
perserverance.

Life

I asked them to fill in the blank. "Life is _______." I gotta buncha answers but none hit the spot. They got mad because I sat outta my own drill. BUTTTTT.....as of thursday I found my blank.

"LIFE IS...ADDING AND SUBTRACTING".

check mate.

logic.

-------I don't wanna speak but i want to communicate. --------


Literally an elephant on a ball.
that circus imagery. I heard elephants were smart though...what elephant stands on a ball? see but maybe there is some sense in that that i just don't get? somethings arent as abserd as they appear at face value....
that being said....

understand.

my spit

spittle on your cheek. "what you don't want my spittle there, why would you wipe my spittle away?"

you came...