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And so I lay.
In a toxic stupor. The pleasant aftermath, Of everything, That has come before. Although the remenants, Should; Burn, Destroy... They do not. Dazed and disorientated, I melt into sheer comfort. I feel I can, See all too clearly... Everything. Links, Lay themselves bare, For me to behold. It all seems so... Simple. Added lucidity comes, From an old friend, With new, Contemporary, Alteration. It both; Removes from this world. Transporting... Yet further enhances, The reality. Is this basic, Chemical reaction? Collision -> Reaction -> Product...? I deem not, For I feel this, Emerges from deeper, More heavy Sources. Liquid complexes alone, Could not do this, To synapses. It takes something else, Something rooted. Something. Distanced reality. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I actually wrote this while I was drunk, so sorry if it makes absolutely no sense... I just wanted to share anyway. ![]() Edit: Apologies everyone, I have no idea what drove me to write this one, it was written when I was in a rather confusing place. However, reading it back, it still makes sense to me personally. I may be the only one, but i'd like to leave it posted.
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"When the time comes, just walk away and don't make any fuss." Last edited by Fkeu'itan; 05-02-2010 at 01:17 PM. |
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