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Wednesday, May 11th, 2005
Weighing Me Down While I Sleep
What is this madness in my pockets? Holding me down to the ground with steel strong stresses. Who knows where these words lead, its enough to believe after a little re-reading its in my own head. I cant act like this. So pesimistically insane, paranoid I'm always to blame. It's just easier to watch others leave. Why must things rhyme, instead following some line of names, numbers nations and complaints. Yea I've come so far I cant go back. the pockets wont always drown me in the sand with the strong stress. Its just messier when you overanalyze your stream of dispair. Clutch onto another cap, move forward two after one step back.
Theres been so many connontations that seem the same...Ive sat here twice this week, trying to force myself to sleep. Why is everything I'm wearing , Im writing with a darker shade of red. From my plaid redrum boxers, my bright SXSW staff shirt and my pen bleed like gore. No wonder I cant sleep, Im far too jumbled, my mind is racing. If only I could some how record my inner thoughts. I'd be lumination free, and on my way to anti-venom deprevation of sleep.
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