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nonsense that flows from my mind to the screen in front of you
there is a dog hiding behind a lamp post in the room behind me
and when ever i look back to catch it eludes me
there is a brain within my skull
i take it out and fill it with bullets
i proceed to shoot bullets out of the holes in my face
bullet face is what the call me
there is a sneaky cat that wakes up when i sleep
its eyes move inverse to mine
when my eyes are shut his eyes are open
there is a straw in my head it uses to drink the contents of my brain
there is a bald eagle that circles the sky
it grabs picnic baskets and drops them to the hungry
the crayon rubs wax unto the paper slowly diminishing itself
but in turn it produces a picture better looking than a crayon
humans can be the same with there lives
there is an orangutan freaking kids out at the zoo
a kitten in each hand
it doesn't matter what they are they will both be projectiles soon
there is a leak in the back of my head i am unaware of
thoughts leak out and soak into the ground
we wake up finding ourselves in a different place than where we fell asleep
a broad topic is less appealing than a specific one
stereotypical words we heard all our life
pick up a banana, pick up a phone
true or false
neutral no motivation to move in an opposite direction
one way, the other way , stuck in the middle
a machine that spits out tennis balls into a hospital
you fall asleep among stingrays
your eyes bleed blood, tears flow through your veins
looking for evidence of the true
living in the false which is neutral from my perspective
spending a life time for adamant proof of a truth
searching in stand by mode, not on, not off
the color gray, bland, dull
concentrated apathy
keep following the dog to find where it lives
it lives in the bottom of the ocean,
you will drown before you get there