I'm still stuck in this swirling cycle of having a three goddess complex. So much misguidance has sent us to this point in time. Remembering scents of last summer, while news ones etch their way into our collective memory. How wide the scope of our dissension.
Scottie giggles and tells me of my youthful ways. Yet urgency is always now far from thought. So clever, my new routine of coffee, cigarettes... and blueberries. New form taking shape. Glimpsing empyrean from purgatory. "Since We've Been Wrong" uncovered as the true title for the acoustic TMV song, previously known as "Beneath the Eyelids." The wrong still carries fervent air, though now clogged with prosthetic smoke. Chiming in at more flawless coercion than what was formerly attempting to mesh with flow.
After so many vacated, clouded dreams, I begin to lose interest in whether or not we're both rotting away. Right there is the answer. These aren't buildings in pieces, rather, windows blast out by distraction.
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