Put it back in my eyes. Put away the lies. Is not perspective interchangeable with choice?
The dancing made me deaf. They danced like children. Awkward, bumbling children who are not naive to their stolen toys, their fingerprinted walls, their vegetables under the napkin. Groping and knowing and relishing and hoping. I hated them all. Swirling pots of mistaken mush.
Silence raped my ears, drowning out the pleasure of the band. Skewed was my vision of the blinking disco lights as everyone breaks me while trying to fit into my mind's triangle. Now they want in. Now they see. But I'll shake it like a snow cube. Whirling around. Dancing heads become bouncing heads against the glass. Crush.
The sun came out for a minute. It was on no account of you mr. girating belt buckle. Mr. flash your one sided jacket lining, like you're selling watches in NY. That's a fancy sparkle of disgust spiraling from the chutes and ladders of your eyes. Time always tells the truth.
Put it back in my eyes. Put aways the lies. Is not perspective interchangeable with choice?
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The first thing on my mind is the quote from the pothead in my social studies class: "Whoa duuuude. Deeep."
Lol. This stuff is so complex and loaded with hidden metaphors that it just whooshed over my head. Usually that means that the writing sample read was very profound, beautiful and poetic. Keep up the good stuff! :-)
time always reveals more... but not necessarily any more of the truth.
unto the grave.
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