inconsistent sanity
the day, you are that which contains the multitude, forgive me, i forget about you too, always going where you want, always go where you want, i must go where i want, fuck the world and all it tends to become, a useless pattern of repetition, a simple complex structure all relative to itself, with no spaces in between hellos and goodbyes, putting up its’ walls, nothing is concrete, not even its’ walls, to believe in time, to age, what a sad mistake to make, i politely appear to be consistent with their realm of existence, and adjust the clock because it’s two minutes behind pacific standard time, death awaits you, in your consistent world, you have become obsolete. Written April 8th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 08:05 AM PST, midnite_raver 10 • 0
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