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The Death of Logic

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I like to go to the secret store and get creative juices
feeling juices
I drink them through the night
utterly addicted and soon drunk with endless thought

unboxed from society’s ideas of logic and reason,
my mind detaches from this world

my body stays intact
yet I cease to fully exist
my insides become a nebulous concoction of every feeling sloshing together
I’ve trapped myself inside myself
flowing in and out of society’s molds
I stain them but never
ever fill them up

slip slosh
an incessant waterfall of emotion fills my being
up up up
self pity juice leaks out of dreamy eyes
slip slosh
swimming in murky passion
afloat
revelling
slip slosh
slip slosh

 

I’m
drowning


slip slosh
where is everyone? am I alone?
slip slosh
blurry
can’t see
slip slosh
help
please help
save
me
slip slosh
help I can’t–
blub blub

slip slosh and Carrie goes bye bye.




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