You knew it.
Who knew?
The distinct smell
Of the illegal potion
That seems to
Evaluate and accumulate
The essence of the fact that
Human interaction
That simple
Yet utterly
Complex
Communication can cease to
Exist and then wait
Wait
Just wait
Its as if fate has collapsed
And it's insane
To see these individuals
On odd compulsive obsessions
And twitches of the
Life and the good flowers of music that follow
This comfortable embrace is needed to understand that the
Touch you experience, that jolt of arrogance and intellectualism
Which,
If you ask me
Being full of your self
Being the best you can be
Is just the way of life.
Fuck you
Stop being cocky
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