A Furnace Grim — Kosmogonic

I describe but never quite feel, Cocooned, inured to pure reveal, Buried, layers down, intractable, Inoculated, reality non-contractable From this position of attrition, I mould and scrape a feeble rendition Of the revelation denied us By machinery on the jagged cusp Of improbability and despair, Created by no-one, from nowhere Out of the mind of […]

via A Furnace Grim — Kosmogonic

Flu

And the flu came
With a lot of nostalgia
Reminiscent of childhood
Once caught with a leaky nose
Forever in tissue armor
Left with a honking train in your ears
Until the pounding hammer
Assaults your overactive cerebrum

Well I caught the flu and I have a test this morning,  never knew a headache could be an inspiration.

BYe!

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  • Im a 17 year old introverted over-thinker who is currently trying to look for a way to vent out all my over-thinker and analytical problems on this blog where hopefully some people will understand me. My Blog is going to be totally random but ill try to force my procastinative( if that was a word) self to blog regularly.

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  • BYE…