turmoil tumble-dries driftwood
inside this minecraft mind,
set on satisfaction;
thoughts like deviating chinese whispers
swirl this snowstorm,
brewing a broken brouhaha of
flotsam and jetsam,
turning symphony cacophonous,
a scream in a beautiful dream,
for all the world
a storm in a handle-less teacup,
no pick-me-up,
hanging in the balance,
unseen.
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waiting for the perfect tidal wave: a soul tsunami knuckle whitening cataclysmic change. waiting to inhabit second earth: send out sat...
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Dogs like us... Ain't got no family trust, Lyin' around this ol' bunk shed With nothin left but to be led. They's saying...
As one who has recently been dragged unwillingly into a depressed mode - first time ever (and reactive stuff) - I think I understand your words a little more...
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all the owrld a storm in a handle-less cup....ha...i like that line...at times it seems...though the storms bring rain which brings life...they can also be quite devastating....
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