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"Outside the Inner / Inside the Outer" by antiScripsony

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Sleep for as long as you want
I don't care
Maybe the reason that I can't
Pay attention is that I just don't think about it anymore

You dig the physical stuff
All the boxes
That all make walls that you can
Grab hold of the cables and swing swing swing through them all

She thinks about
Everything that couldn't go right
Self-esteem never liked her too much
I'm finally sure that I'm going to die

I can't resolve
The abandoned consciousness
When you die
You're just gone
Except for the complete loss of time

I'm forever animated
In this abcess of time
When I'm old and growing deader

Perhaps we just start over
Maybe we start to go backwards
But everything we percieve isn't just in a spatial world
It's just a movie screen
Maybe no one changed the picture

You like it when I travel
So I came here from Manitoba
I hope we finally figured out the weather

She thinks about
Accepting grace and finally defaulting
You don't have the right job
Because you never saw the right newspapers

Maybe everyone's tired
Maybe everyone's alert

Outside the inner, but inside the outer
Everyone knows superlatives best
But the best never came without a competitor
We never think of mediocres

We never notice
Unless it's ours or someone we know
Maybe we'd do fine to take a little time to acknowledge those not with us

No one can get into this hotel



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On Tuesday February 28th, 2006, Estrella Destrozada (233) writes:
i like the write...i got a little confused, but that's just me...could be the lack of sleep...


On Tuesday February 28th, 2006, Anna Helianthus (1149) writes:
"She thinks about Accepting grace and finally defaulting You don't have the right job Because you never saw the right newspapers"..i want to hear this, in a song. *hums* this is the kind of thing that could get stuck in my head. i love it. ~bethany!



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