A lot of shit goes on in my head that I
can't
quite
explain.
Even right now as I jot down my thoughts, my words can't seemed to be detained, like some
|crim|inal| beh| ind| a|ca|ge.
Yet, my pen became my lawyer, as it took heed to the filler paper of my peers, taking propitiation toward the magistrate of my hearing. In turn, finding these thoughts innocent.
However
I was confined to finding refuge on the block.
The cuffs of my introspection becoming
Un/loc\ked
for my ship had sailed and it was no longer docked--by an
|A|
|N|
|C|
|H|
|O|
|R|
of negative poachers.The assessment of these notions transpired my brain under such potion--of "meditation"
Such fierce "contemplation" that unhooked a rein of deep "concentration", that no longer settled this "consideration", though by numerous "penetration"--of endless mind, it finally stirred a resonating "deliberation".
My thoughts were un-chain-ed.
Waging war alongside ingenuity.My mental capacity was limitless and the p i l l s I was handed wasn't to subdue such creativity.
These ideas were mutiny, I was going crazy presumably, yet beautifully--as the cells and atoms lodged in my cranium had increased percentage....
I was a transformed L.U.C.Y.
My thoughts were revolting.
Pledging a riot to those who upheld the social norm.
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My fire arm x10 of Einstein's. >>>>>>>
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| |It was a massacre to mourn, but I still stood T A L L and would condemn anyone for these unchained thoughts were once again b•o•r•n.
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