A lack of inspiration facilitates perspiration oh grey dawns one too many even the snow got sick of it and stopped falling the wind sits still, breathe.
Slow dance to fast music keeping time with our mouths wordless diagrams pollute the mindscape the bed littered with papers and pens and polytheistic tendencies.
The Earth has multiple personalities disorder, neuroses imply normalcy.
Hardly a thought the hardest part is picking where to start in infinite awakeness balanced by desired sleep or worse.
"Psst." Eyes over eavesdropped bullshitflinging oh but your eyes calm my qualms if these giant windows break will we make it through the winter?
What's left always more ominous than what passed past us that January was a little jumbled March makes up for the maddening, the sun shines not
one of these days.
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