so perhaps i would try making my fingers dance. i would be there. i . . . would . . . be . . . although, i did think perhaps another sacrifice. yeah, always, it should be, "i deserve this." i did something that made this now. otherwise . . .
talk about scatterings.
this is the only thing i’m good at. whatever this is. well, it’s with beer. that should be a little easier. so my happiness comes unnaturally sometimes. natural anger, you say. my good nature is but hypocrisy. yes, an artificial mind could only understand artificial happiness. have your fill of smiles, have your fill of forgetting. i’m having mine.
my limbs, used to the beat of your music, feel estranged. you are more difficult to reach than the heights and lows that my mind try to replicate. between a beautiful dream and a rather chaotic wakefulness, wherever you might be, all else matters less.
whenever i am somewhere new, what should i notice first before the absence of you. sane and sober, or the otherwise of the latter, i have no greater fear than this absence . . . prolonged.
see yah ’roundü
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