all around, back and forth, the sickening smell of insignificance.
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I'm used to it now, I must reek of it.
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the density of the air was tangible today, it was way too heavy for me.
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I woke up an hour earlier,
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I am eager to amaze myself for all the things that I could do,
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but most definitely won't, during this loose hour.
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another day, predictably mundane,
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another scratch on the surface of the 7" ep,
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that is my life... it keeps on bouncing!
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(all around, back and forth)
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my "columbian (medium roast) full-bodied with rich flavor" coffee.
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expensively tasted like sewer water today.
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the "normal and subtle" sour taste couldn't be sweeten at all,
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no matter how I sugared it.
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how many times have I wonder if this taste wasn't impregnated in my mouth?
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and once again (and as always),
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I'm having a delightful conversation.
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with the refrigerator by my side, he's always complaining,
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I'm used to his point of views now, his constant mumbling...
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drastically sarcastic, almost has bitter has my coffee.
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he seems to have an opinion about everything?
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an instant passed, then I remembered that I have an optic sense.
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ah, there its is, my 4th floor morning-view of a sunlit back alley.
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down there, an ant-like man is wandering,
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nervously looking all around, back and forth.
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and once the tension is gone, sure that nobody's there
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(Unaware that he's being stared at),
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unzip his pants and ungraciously expose himself
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in order to piss his way trough my alley.
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I am almost has relieved as he, once he's finished,
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but for obvious different reasons.
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happily confined, thoroughly hollow and unfulfilled.
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I think I'll go back to sleep.
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(Is it possible to be sea-sick on firm ground?)
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Oceanic Motion
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Ion Dissonance |