-a heightened state of awareness-

i can't pretend i'm safe
in all your seemingly
balloon-like adjustments;
paranoia sinks in my dreams recounting
everything you said or
everything i couldve said;
for words are murderous --
as daggers are randomly thrown at
a skewered lady on a pinwheel, they
lunge on moments,
killing all meaning,
crushing obscurities
and certainties
much like this train of a sentence;
which apparently isn't worth anything at all.

or is it?

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i'm still trying to make this site work, which i probably wont be completely able to, haha. apparently, this template of mine doesnt support commenting; something which i shouldve known ages ago. hurrah for humanity. idiot savant, i am. however, even with the whole commenting brouhaha (not like i need any comments, hahaha. theres a tag-board, anyway.), i have to admit, it is slowly beginning to look dainty.

finals are coming! let's all get ready to fail, kids.