whatiwas

this circling shit has got to stop, i don't want to discredit myself but it warrants mentioning that i'm unwilling to wholly pour myself into the complaint, i'm scared enough of times mimicking scavengers but i've realized all material is byproduct anyway, stop this circling shit has got to, i didn't say it with stretched voice parroting angels and flapping equally weak, to stop this circling shit has got, it's going to have to, i need to wake up soon and you have no idea what it takes to deal with impairments, everyone knows it's so hard to be the only person that thinks one thing, got to stop this circling shit has, it killed romance on its way to the top and that's never a good death, i'm talking about obscurity, you know, no cheating by giving it any added significance, the real challenge is wanting to know and all the rest of it falls into place, at least it plummets until it has got to stop this circling shit, shit has got to stop this circling, i'm sick of the rotation, so it can't be that good after all, circling shit has got to stop this, i should die for this circling shit has got to stop,

why bother counting time anymore, uneventful sex and words blur even the truly important parts until my cop-outs are all reinforced, i want to take a moment to let you know that it's my life's dream to make you see how ugly i think i am, and now you're never going to get that fucking breath back, and that's true beauty.