Anophtalmic Introspective

I‘m in doubt, can‘t remember when it began

Dot dot, she said this will need a shit ton of RAM

I said I like pretending pending shit would sort out itself

She said, our next appointment might not go as previously planned

 

I said okay, took my leg off my leg

Aimed my hand at my bag, pulled it back - second bag

What the fuck, are we really gonna do this today?

Then I put it away, then I pulled it out back - Hey!

 

Inside there seemed to be a conglomerate

Assembling gut string and reeds into a disinte-grate

I said there shouldn’t be a need for me to make this a race thing

Then I ran away, still believe she needs explanation

 

Outside arrived some guy with a bike, told me he's high as a kite,

showed me he's high as a kite, what a sight

After that he rolled the bike to my right, said 'don't do any crimes'

No need to provide any further insight

 

A little tumble doesn't matter if your thumb is long enough

To fix your balance, but the shoulder belt slid off

The tripple fumble now is rather unprofessional

Especially my bag agreed, who turned into a wrecking ball

 

Drastic fall, no grip on the handlebar, the smell of tacky tar

For my vision: jaggy stars

I feel fission in between my aching scrappy bars

I said to myself „not the worst way for the day to start..."

 

Mhm...I'm in a struggle, please don't ask about the rubble

When I'm situated right beneath a saddle

I muttered hearing bells and maybe even someone else

but those memories are pain-walled and I was losing health

 

 

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[Bridge]

2x4

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The cockatiel is powdered, the slaughter getting louder

My ribcage amplified my pitch range

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Critical thinking is provided in the least

 

 

 

The shoulder belt slid on and off and on and off

I imagined some stranger saw these

 

And it was Misinformation that I'd

 

 

 

It seemed like everything I own made it to

 

 

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