i got an either/or, no fucking insanity can spare its tension,
its menacing,
its metaphysical suicide.
8 million ways to die left unseen, as Matthew said to himself on the corner to get lost.
i know i don’t want to see you till the end, as if i do know how.
wonder if i do fucking care.
wonderfool, wanderfool, wondertool.
don’t look back in anger as you are about to fall,
for either-or you will regret anyway.
anyhow.
for either-or you would be delicated, idioted, suffocated,
even with his vertigo staring pinning through.
disgust disguised, fraternity infernity.
someday I'll tell you everything I feel for you…
“someday” is a terrible disease though
( The Polar Dream - Endless Tales
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hvn2UObYSsI&list=RDz4GK-nlmebk&index=26
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