incidental incremental falling into self destruction every three miles a dead skunk in the middle of the road a glitch in the system replaying images designed to strike the paranoia the anxiety screaming to stop from falling inside curling up involuntarily the storm on the horizon feels like a bad one the lighthouse isn’t visible from the shore the sandbar is just ahead to toss another corpse until it is battered to sink beneath the choppy waves no structure no design nothing is the item of the day
i don’t want to hide but it is all i know
You speak what happens just beyond fear very well
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i wish I didn’t and that you didn’t recognize it
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