Dimension Seven

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Tuesday, September 26, 2006

scareddd as heeellllllll

chew your words and spit em out.
or swallow, whatever makes you feel literate.
whatever makes you uncomfortable.
I don't care if you're upside down, or sideways.
As long as it's you.
I don't care how it comes as long as it gets here soon.
Strangle yourself, you're so fed up with this world you call home.
you. me. millions of tiny people surrounding us.
millions of animals that I've never seen.
I hope you're not serious about this.
I hope you don't think you can just do this.
Walk in like you own the fucking place.
You barely own your fucking head, it's falling off your shoulders.
You can't even stand up straight.
This is a problem, and I don't agree with your sentences.
I don't agree with the way you place things on the counter.
You need to move that to the left. To the right.
you know, I have needs, and wants.
I have secrets, it's not important though.
you're not important though so what does it matter?
Broken, and shattered like nothing I've ever seen.
Open up your eyes and let it all consume you.

shut up and put your hands on the wheel.
Hands so tight your knuckles are white.
And you can feel it pressed against your temple.
Waiting to let go and blow you away into the other side.

Acid does that, makes you kinda crazy, makes you kinda insane.
Fucks you up, like, you don't know. You're gone man.
It's satan in your head telling you what to do.
Telling you..
kill them all.

Look at you, you're so lame man. you burnt out years ago.

decades ago.

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