i heart the rocket summer
THE MOMENTARY HEADSPACE
has it been enough time to write the screechings of yet another analytical self loathing dialogue since the last debacle that founded a new reign on what i thought was me?
life didn’t always have such a stronghold against the throat of my affection.
there was a time when others held high the branch of appreciation for fat and loathsome ooze that one would trickle among unknowing fans.
there was a time before treachery would sneak and tap tap tap against my brain, willing me edge by edge towards a fumbling sense of chaos in tune.
step out from the crushing thoughts your mother diluted in your morning OJ
reminisce good and tear down bad
take from everything you did gain and from all you know and engrave it here
fuck
to no avail i haven’t yet succumb to the realisation of how to authenticate such a response that could allure a sentiment of somewhat minute interest
do you think you can ascertain such arbitrary gander?
i don’t!
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