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I Really Do Miss You
01:03
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Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
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Walking Alone
01:39
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Walking alone
Is mostly metaphorical but can also be surprisingly literal
When the blank day is filled with errands and my mind a dull loneliness
And the paranoia sinks in and steeps the chaotic waters of an otherwise
Serene mindscape and ripples across the surface of every pristine insecurity I’ve
Polished time and time again, set up and displayed like art on a mantelpiece
For myself and other visitors to admire or gawk at, depending on sobriety
In this internal heat and external chill I am neither microscope or telescope
More like the lens on your glasses, perched and constantly observing
Taking in data but not necessarily comprehending it
There comes a point when everything is not white noise or black silence
Because growing up means realizing a black and white view of the world
Is overly simplistic and immature, and that grey areas are everywhere
Even in your own body
I don’t mind walking alone if it means I get the scenery to myself
Whether that’s the hellscape of my subconscious or Torontonian lawns
But more often than not I share the tidal waves and sediment pools with knives
And pocket change, one to reassure me of impending doom and the other to
remind me of the mediocrity of my genius
After all, what’s introspection without anxiety and that gnawing reminder of
Total and utter isolation? Your eyes are a lighthouse and they shine
Right into my retina, obscuring me but not deterring me
I am walking alone and it is mostly literal
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Your Breath as a Fetish
01:31
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Maybe thats why you didnt love me--
Because i was backlight and you could only make out my silouette in the sadness
You couldnt see how hopeful i was
You couldnt see how happy i couldve been
You just saw my shadows and you decided to back away
I loved you like i loved the summer
With the smell of sun on my breathe and in every waking moment the earth was burning up
Burning up and consuming every witch that walked the earth and every boy thats ever touched me
We were every break up song and every make up song and every synapse on my brain fired at the same time
The same 21 gun salute that i think you deserve
For killing that arab in the sun and for killing the idea before it even left my mouth--
The waters were so blue and your lips were that hue
When you heard that your town was on the edge of winter
The threat of summer too powerful but the idea of hell freezing over too true
This is the reality of our storms
This is the reality of the unteachable sitting in a classroom waiting for the night
To give away to fresh chalkboard dust because there is an infinite amount of ways
I could die for you but you couldnt even come up with one until i demonstrated two for you
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Eudaimonia
Anarchist Nature Noise // sub specie aeternitatis // under the aspect of eternity
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