mike (don_negro) wrote,
mike
don_negro

well

which twisted little side of my subconscious wants to come out to play today? I'm greyed, betrayed, splayed all over the widshield of my dreams it seems that I'm bereft if theft is the ultimate apreciatory gesture then the creative fester inside can't hide from the light. It'll see all I can be and nothing more, before four in the morning comes around I'll be found warring with with myself over whether any of it's really worth all the trouble and time to make it sublime. Can I, or will I just still myself again? Fears for form and my style kept it inside for a while but now I know they were just lies to keep me silent. It's like this all the time, if you see my eyes crossed behind the wall in front you know now what I see.

I need to get out of this apartment.
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