

7 O'clock7 o'cock tantrums chemicals collide and explode as my mind flows slow firing synapses when orphaned morning beocomes a reality and begs for a home. As florescense is discovered by excited electrons who dance for joy and the flood light hits me i am the floodplane with no gate and all of me is submerged. One foot like a rounded peninsula sticks itsslef unprotected and sweating from rolling, wrinkled, purple blankets and the ceiling sings emptiness.. white- -around light bulbs that my eyelids deny knowing a diminuitive roar of sleep sounds &nbs7 O'clock


DepressionDepressionDepression
When you died, there was a thousand gun salute. When I laid you in the ground, with my bare and dirty hands, there were a thousand more.
A smile slid slow and thick across my face, tugging at the corners of my eyes. All the warmth of a summer sun lit upon my back- and spread to the tips of my fingers. even in the bitter winter wind i could feel the life of spring
Everyone looked away. at their shoes, at their anxoiusly twisting hands, at the backs of strangers not quite sure how to react, what to think.
I ran
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(not-so-secretly obsessed with detail and realism)
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Gibblet
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just some flesh caught in this big broken machine
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