Macrosian is a mysterious word. It's so intentional and so unknown. I'm sorry I've only recently come across it.
Chair too stiff,
lights too bright,
slowly becoming mole people
Not-bad people
turned to not good,
assholes have vampire influence.
I miss the sun,
I miss cute girls,
I'm right downtown but still alone in a world.
Getting fat,
not from home cooking,
offices not in the Bible.
I'm no longer feeling vital
This life is no longer right
Maybe it was never right
But my goals weren't so white,
My teeth are still white,
but no one's seen them in months.
1. One casting a long shadow.
2. One who inhabits polar regions.
3. Me, always.
Friday, November 16, 2007
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