Olive said 9 years, 2 months ago:

The Owl Says
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I am poised within a vice-versa thinking pattern.
It’s heavy enough in here to give my pictures headaches.
I refuse to be a human forced out of natures reoccurring programs and instinct.

I can’t recall a time in which I had agreed to any of this.
Once I had decided to neglect the natural, I slept
unnaturally.

It took too long to count more imaginary animals.
My patience crippled itself off the tight-rope,
and balance became back-tracked.
I want so badly to get out of Flatland.

They don’t need food or water, but their bodies do.
Sex is nothing more than a merciless stampede of recooked meat, worth and camouflage.

A color-impared chameleon isn’t always senseless.
I feel things that lack are at best seen naked.
If I had an idea for every time I heard crickets,
I’d be a fucking genius.

I’d gather my ways around convenience and promote a universal cough-drop.
I can’t do this you see, and ignore I must,
because reality in general is just a collective hunch.