Tuesday, January 06, 2015

Save my Woongleberries

Despair and excitement
And an unlit cigarette
Beneath the curtain of deceipt...
The idea tastes sweet
Like the oncoming traffic
Of heiroglyphic
... mental disturbance...
        What?
         No
It can't be
A mere nonsensical string of words
Attatched to each other by the
Mere broken interior
Of my forsaken mind.
      No.
You have just been
Mindfucked.

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