i should have been british,
it'd work better as i stammer through my words.
i mean, it sounds kind.. of calming and nice,
not like i'm eating my tongue you know?

i won't sleep tonight, i like this i can do this.
i can. i wish i had a bike, to kind of ride into clouds with,
a bike thats specifically made for such a thing.

or you know a dream machine, before its made illegal.
minus the price. or just hang birds from the paper tissue and water color
i got today, i dont know what to do.
but for one, there must be constant music to fill the silence,
thats when the kittens don't cry too.

*the giant bicycle.
thomas rosenthal
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these things that happen in dreams,
they just dont seem to have a face, they just have a sort of.. presence.

i don't believe anyone else is real right now,
i am in an orange box, and no one exists, because no ones
really paying attention.

a lot of things are sort of dreams, i mean you know,
fading into nothingness, you barely remember that they ever happened,
yet you feel it touch the edges of all of you, for an entire day, anything other than a dream
is much longer than a day, but it pulls at you. you know? like your a thousand contraptions put together, designed with specific functions as you fall apart. its like a system shutdown, the waRNing ticks, and alarms go off within you, and you get anxious and scared in those parts of movies with the suspense, when you KNOW that the plot will end perfectly, its the same thing, you know you wont die, but you want the tick to reach 0, just so you don't have to feel, but then you realize how great feeling is, like i do now, and everythings running smoothly just for this night, and like a quote said, you think when you experience something oh my god, i am going to die, but then you LAUGH because... how many times have you felt that way?

its what makes you real, this stupid balance.