bah. it feels like a few months ago i went down the rhyme worm hole. something about finding a Balance between being a manic and picking and choosing the time to be appropriately pedantic.
in school i was taught philosophy and the material composition of ceramics.
and poetry.. maybe i should 've paid attention.
i was too busy being a genius and giving my fucked up head internal lectures.
i was too busy watching coverage of some unimportant presidential election.
i was too busy taking for granted my family, and their extra loving attention.
too busy seeking the next rush of adrenaline
too busy seeking unnecessary medicine
too busy dreaming that i'd someday find evidence
..of why i have these particular outlooks,and sentiments
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