they punish the people thats askin questions
it's just me against the world
Like what? Exhaustion exchange, shy to the jolt into community, charmed by my own damned self. If I could rip free, if people could just see it, see the spark. Light up like a blaze at midnight: inferno awareness, reading too much: 18th century slaves on the brain. Turn-table madness inside, inside the mind--only there, the peace, the friction, the spark: blaze. What does it mean to be part of a society? Floating alone on the currents of anarchy, is this time any realer to me than the past?
Pyrotechnic malaise: freedom and paralysis.
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