| it's that
empty world again the one that hugs the darkness and says goodmorning in a silence coated by a prozac'd numb- the one that checks the messages, hears the ticking of the clock |
just take a drag and turn internal to the lacerations of deceits- check your receipts ma'am, you've earned a free ticket for your next ride. In a world, standing still the only felt thing is the cold blast from a freezer for nothing is in there, see nothing,feel nothing, be nothing. |
inhale to feel s.pringle,1998 |
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