eyes to the sky searching for something that is ultimately right in front of you. eyes scanning your surroundings but skipping over the pieces that actually matter. striving further when all you need to do is stop. following something imaginary like you've just received a tweet from an imaginary bird that is now bothering you, an everlasting twitter itching your membrane. myspace or yours? i'm not the authority. i will not book your face for mean muggin' this place. and for your mainstream attitude, careful now before you fall into a hipster category. eyes scanning the premisses searching for permission from your plastic God. Television victory and a whole lot of babble, tumbling through your bucket filled of photos. fingers peeling at creativity and my mind just checked into rehab. addicting addicts becoming truthful and false filled cupcakes are now their temptation. clean slate, dirty plate it's a never ending laundry day. temporary glitter making gold resemble something much better, a technology heartbreak cutting everyone into pieces with it's cyber knife.
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