think

originality without wondering how, why. think time span short. why u always wonder way past the young(er) girl you were. rethink repair but not beyond the destiny path. think new, not brand. you are what thinking longs to do. like love you've made it through possibility of means by mean. they're waiting. they're waiting. you're waiting for their waiting. the wait continues to be continued. the wait is longer and longer the shorter it is. you are what waiting longs to be. the breakthrough is beyond repair. compare: rethink the sun and the moon. the fucking haiku. seven five seven means everything but blue. easy to be anything but the things the thoughts the way to Heaven is through the off-white gate but security won't let you through, fuck you, too. i know what i don't i'll never know you i'll never know what i put you throughout this time is but an empty suitcase. it's sense spelled in every sense of the senseless words within. originality is ordinarily imaginary, (surprisingly, i guess.)
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trip stupid happy zombee

what a wasted girl. wasting the ink, wasting the water. wasting her precious time everywhere she makes her presence known. wasted days turn to years but she's the only one you can't turn down, can't turn wasted girl away. she's too pretty. you can't say no. what a wasted girl finding a new wasted balance, song by song. no love songs, no songs to remind her of the waste. the wasted boys, wasted games. don't waste it with a silly love song, she says. can't you see i'm already wasted? she's wasted from head to soul, hating and loving all the same. 11/17 11:26pm

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i'm inspired when i'm tired but i'm too tired to write it the way i'd like to i'm just trying to keep my eyes on my own paper this time. i'm a poser and i kno it but i propose we make a toast;) i forget the details or they forget me i forget i forgot it's ok. i wonder what's it's like to be a crayon do they wonder what their color means? is it easier to be their own color or another? they're the same size to begin with, do they get jealous arrogant proud do they hate/love respect turn their backs. stand fall? are they handled with care, pushed down thrown around brushed off crushed just like us? are they rare and cherished? new/old buried and forgotten stolen slaughtered fathered, eaten beaten starved to death. treated tasted wasted dyed favored, savored harbored do they melt break cuss drown frown unravel behave rave starve marvel do they cry? talk to each other, talk it out, run away? get lost? lol do they die? survive? submit? repent? laugh their heads off change stay the same disappear so many unanswered ?s one might say it's easier to care than pretend or not and some might see it another way it's ok. it doesn't matter the size or color or shape or way. what u think. is. put it back in the box where it goes or not just as it should be.

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