Down and Out
"I don't ever want to see you again"
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I wrote about paper.
I wrote about its planes and lines and its future scrawls, and how plotless it feels to do this. It always feels plotless doing this.
Nothing comes to mind in the morning except for the next name I decide to be. Anyone but myself.
I don't want to sleep and dream dreamless blurs I never remember. I don't want to wake up and face the next nothingness of the hours again. And again and again. And there is never anything. Never A N Y T H I N G.
I need a fucking reason.
I wrote about its planes and lines and its future scrawls, and how plotless it feels to do this. It always feels plotless doing this.
Nothing comes to mind in the morning except for the next name I decide to be. Anyone but myself.
I don't want to sleep and dream dreamless blurs I never remember. I don't want to wake up and face the next nothingness of the hours again. And again and again. And there is never anything. Never A N Y T H I N G.
I need a fucking reason.
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