fuckfuckfuckhe woke at 2AM and found me outside sitting on the curb outside the old school reassuring the dead street it would be resurrectedfuckfuckfuck
he said i have this awful taste in my mouth like bombs and magazines (bombazine?)
love traversali wanna be tangible, and in saying this i am not never the better writer never the best lover but: i have headphones on and the world is behind me, people surround me caught in the rift between light and dark life and death star trek and warslove traversal
the sky is my blue screen of death a fatal error why was it put there the ghosts look at their feet when they walk to work and the corner store for smokes i've got memory shades as eyelids i dont see present just past and dreams from then
i wanna think universal traversal for just one more night
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"Maybe I feel detatched, I may just look too shy,
it's a disinterest not that i'm a timid guy.
I call them bodies but, they are attentive too,
I feel the social glare, I feel the attitude."
-The Faint, Glass Danse
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