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Thursday, February 3, 2011

Thoughtpuke.

This is all I wanna know.

New York City is evil.

I can't ever do that.

It's all right here.

I've never been so alive... as then.

But it's all right here. All that matters - not the fingers of electricity that has this planet in a cold death grip, heartless - yet pounding...

Like a hammer on steel. Malleating.

The soulless and narcoleptic voice... Catches you everywhere - In the city, in the sprawl, on the rain and at home...

Feel it touch you, moan and sing...

Desperate no more - strong... It's you - desperate to keep up and live.

I can't let this narcolepsy slide.

I can't let this narcolepsy slide.

I can't let this negativity slide.


I dream that I'm awake.




F*CK.

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