psychedelikirst
Listen to the sounds of water in winter. Snowflakes hiss like matches as they fall on a frigid spring and on a melty morning Lake Michigan is a bowl of crackling rice krispies.
beware the stomach ache that ensues when you drink too much coffee. The dark liquid will clean out your bowels and race through your brain, but you will not feel any better. You will still be unemployed and alone when you reach the muddy dregs of your two-shade chrome coffee mug, but at least you will be wide awake when they ask you where you put your big girl pants
detention, contention, and lots of pretension
i'm looking for my brain but it's in a suspension
prevention, oh and did I mention?
we're feeling up the seams of another dimension
He liked to describe the architecture of my heart. My empathetic nature like a warm canopy of vines over a small deck.
He left me there, standing at the bus stop like a used condom in the trash. He didn't look back.
My advice to you is to never forget the orgasmic bliss of walking on the faerie-green grass with your feet as bare as blueberries on a summer bush.
There was evidence of multi-dimensional insanity.
The kitchen smelled like guilt and coagulated macaroni makings. A television-screen-ear-fly-anxiety hovered with damaged moth wings by my ears, entering the blood, poisoning the stomach. My belly turned over like a broken tilt-a-whirl. I sat down on the dusty linoleum and took in the ceiling. It filled my hole body with a vapid, gray feeling that I will never truly understand the meaning of nothingness...
His words swam into my ears like slimy little eels and I wanted to scream, but their slippery poison made it feel like there were bars on my throat that slowly tightened and tightened until they strangled my ability to communicate the truth. My pathetic eyes were forced to agree with him. The panic of solitude set in and a fake smile for ego's sake. I really thought this time it might work...
This was my punishment. Like two dull plastic martini swords in my eyes. It was cheap, tacky, low and painful. And fucking colorful.
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