all nighters
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'I feel just crazy enough to write', I thought to myself just before seizing my roommate's beer. 7am, wild-eyed and overexaggerated as a B-actor impersonating Gonzo.
No, but me, I was just in the midst of an affair with the dawn-
stealing myself from slumber, subscribed to submission at the far away bird calls and green humid hazy breeze.
Make Haste!
Lest I forget what I'm thinking.
Not nodding, Falling-
in and out of existence.
I awake each instant with the weight of a beautiful thought, seeping to almost 20/20 conscieness-
and I snap out of it.
In and Out again.
I'm trying to make sense of "now" and "then".
Best to lose time-
to forget yr mind....
Imagine a fancy party
There's a line at the door.
At the door there's a man,
and the man holds a guest list.
You, slip by unnoticed
and head to the coat-check line.
You leave everything behind
with the coat-check guy.
Tuxedo men and fur-clothed wives
turn their heads in horror,
murmurring, mortified-
As you walk out the door,
naked and possesionless.
Bound for a truer life
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