supersonic
Bluelighter
possibly if there were a very instant in which I had grasped all understanding of the situation around me it would have to be when I was fifteen sitting in the middle of the street looking down at the cracks between my feet shuffling for a direction at which I'd like to meet.
turning around and around in the sulfur filled air of life around me I gasp at the awful reality of my surroundings and wince at the pain the onion tinged burnings in my eye.
What is it that seems to keep me from not kissing the vile infected putris at my asphalt covered feet?
Who knows what things I'll do today to run away and fly to the heavens.
Just for a moment do I?
reality is just a lie, and so am I.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
[This message has been edited by supersonic (edited 13 November 2000).]
turning around and around in the sulfur filled air of life around me I gasp at the awful reality of my surroundings and wince at the pain the onion tinged burnings in my eye.
What is it that seems to keep me from not kissing the vile infected putris at my asphalt covered feet?
Who knows what things I'll do today to run away and fly to the heavens.
Just for a moment do I?
reality is just a lie, and so am I.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
[This message has been edited by supersonic (edited 13 November 2000).]
