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Thespian maneuvering like reptilians, with the nighttime comes the giving in. Simpleton tongue slithering over topics less then interesting. Mind malfunctioning, like when winter freezes the wasp’s sting. Can I get attention before morning, when the lark sings, and I turn into a pumpkin? Come girl! Help me pity binge. Since four drinks I’ve been zenless while the crowd looks tickled pink. Three legged dog slip and slide across the skating rink. Two war torn chucks placed firmly on the balcony brink. Finger raised to the peasants, it’s the middle one with the cig tar stink. The surroundings begin to sink as I think that “I’m just emotionally short-winged, short changed and held by weak links.” But as I regain focus via blink the nonsense wins and salt hits the wound again; just a pinch. Every epiphany is bludgeoned by the inner curmudgeon. Memo to self: To stagnate is not to accomplish something. So as I mingle where the booze is at, the daze becomes haunting. Confused about what all these statistic civilians could be wanting.
And now I am sitting at this party as the tortoise moves along
Pardon my apathy during passing of the bong
I will gladly take your weed cause that impresses all your friends
Since your chill enough to share with a guy called: “What’s your name again?”
It’s quite the limited horizon in the fresh-outta-school mindset. They philosophize with me, I respond: “Hit snare, tom then hi-hat.” I’m an antibody disconnected from all these folks, a mutant with cut cords. Because I burned my hype train ticket the second you screamed “ALL ABOARD!” Still I suffer your talking in Twitter-esque brackets, and gain stares for demanding they play Black Sabbath records. I am not your friend. Just had to get that off my chest. You’ll find me expanding down the path veering off to your left. I promise you won’t gain my respect from high school cool peeps/ ruled sheep success. You can flex your pythons till they stretch and snap, I’ll either moan or laugh and simply turn my back. Honestly, I’d leave your fucking house, but this couch is way too comfy and I’m way to peaced out.
So I still sit at this party while cardiac clock ticks
Loosing minutes as both ends of the wick gets lit
I’m impressed that I reach a great enough numbness to stomach
All these depressing reminders and all these chemical culprits
And now I am sitting at this party as the tortoise moves along
Pardon my apathy during passing of the bong
I will gladly take your weed cause that impresses all your friends
Since your chill enough to share with a guy called: “What’s your name again?”
It’s quite the limited horizon in the fresh-outta-school mindset. They philosophize with me, I respond: “Hit snare, tom then hi-hat.” I’m an antibody disconnected from all these folks, a mutant with cut cords. Because I burned my hype train ticket the second you screamed “ALL ABOARD!” Still I suffer your talking in Twitter-esque brackets, and gain stares for demanding they play Black Sabbath records. I am not your friend. Just had to get that off my chest. You’ll find me expanding down the path veering off to your left. I promise you won’t gain my respect from high school cool peeps/ ruled sheep success. You can flex your pythons till they stretch and snap, I’ll either moan or laugh and simply turn my back. Honestly, I’d leave your fucking house, but this couch is way too comfy and I’m way to peaced out.
So I still sit at this party while cardiac clock ticks
Loosing minutes as both ends of the wick gets lit
I’m impressed that I reach a great enough numbness to stomach
All these depressing reminders and all these chemical culprits
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So I pondered and I pondered... And came to the conclusion that I want to keep uploading here. So this piece is about feeling alienated. Specifically hanging around at a party where you hate everybody. Not that I dislike partying, there are folks I love to party with, there are also times like this though.
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Love this. You are my favorite. 