They fill themselves with these lucid dreams of irrational reality
These things that should only be found in sleep
These things that should only appear in dreams
They take them from their homes with three pronged forks and fire on sticks and into the world like the dinosaurs in that movie Jurassic Park
These things are for the imagination
Theses things should not really be seen
They aren't seen in the day light
They are created with jelly and and stick like peanut butter in the spine
Technicolor swimming pools and melting oceans
waves of foolish thought
waves of paranoia
waves of jail and abandoned children and distraught families and shit shit shit
bible huggers preaching like flies on macaroni at the forth of july
immortal lava
magma in the spine
cutting burning soaking still keeping scratching itching stabbing scabbing KILLING
Life is lost
Life is stolen by a damaged conscience
Intelligence is not smart
fogging personality
They won't stop there
They will only stop by the force of the wave that is too great
The wave will crush their bodies
BODY is future
BODY is hope
BODY is family and love
Spin Spin Spin
flushing with no toilet paper to wipe the SHIT
They will turn into the shit swirling and twirling and lost in the sewer
Poor abandoned Hopeless
Their faces turn and yearn and cry for mom to come home
Mom can't come home not till she's better
until then they are forgotten
only comforted by simultaneous personalities swimming gold fish in their heads
So they hold tight with clinging toes like the nervous trapeze swinger on the thin frail cord
This is only an adjustment
I shouldn't adjust, but I will
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I know I already said this, but this is perfect. Well maybe not perfect, because I've learned nothing ever is. However, whenever you say you can't write I will remind you of this.
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