
My running mouth seems
To provide me enough rope
To hang myself with.
Blast from the Past:
Growing within me,
Struggling to become heard,
This feeling I have yearns
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My running mouth seems
To provide me enough rope
To hang myself with.
Blast from the Past:
Growing within me,
Struggling to become heard,
This feeling I have yearns

Why do I get my
Big moments of clarity
As I drift to sleep?
Blast from the Past:
Once I gained insight
Satisfied I went to bed
And quickly lost it.

Chosen one of pain
Hurled myself into these souls
Tastes better than good
Blast from the Past:
Pregnant without child
Contractual pain of birth
Without the waters

A transcendent trick
Forget your oppressive life
Monotonizing
Blast from the Past:
I sit back and watch
The colony work: Calming
Insignificance

Within the darkness
The silence of unbeing
Beckons me to dance
Blast from the Past:
The dance of life sprouts
Off the very skeleton
Of death and decay

I plummed myself and
Lost the plum. The grand effort
Of futility
Blast from the Past:
Peering into you
At the window of your soul
I see nothingness

Stroll about the end
Nothing searched for can be found
Hush of stagnant skies
Blast from the Past:
The end of the world
Is the moment when there’s no
New stories to tell

Our schools of knowledge
Are but little huts we built
To hold ourselves in
Blast from the Past:
People who lose their
Wonder about the world join
Academia.

Days and days go by
Rejected being understood
Infernal rivers
Blast from the Past:
Never listen to
Flowers, their fragility
Masks their sarcasm.

An Ode to Philosophers:
The more they pondered
An issue, the sillier
Their solutions got.
Blast from the Past:
It’s complexities
Upon more complexity,
A complex complex