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tipity tap tap type.. fingers on the keys of my keyboard dance in a circle my mind spins for a week without sleep and i don't know what it means...

Dawn... Birth... A blood red sky... A newborn day... Same as the last.

A man woke up. He got out of bed, dressed himself and crossed his room to a door whereabouts he stopped. He stared at the door. It was white wooden door with a wooden door knob. It served as a portal between his bedroom and his bathroom; that was its purpose. It didn't stick or creak when you opened it like other doors might, no, this door did its job well. The man sighed; he envied that door.
"What are you trying to tell me?"
"Nothing i havn't told you before"
"What does this all mean?
"the meaning is irrelavant"
I'm sorry good bye hello this is how we do it uh huh retard go go girls dance in a line looking fine never to be mine hahah isn't this a laff.
Can you touch? Can you feel? Can you live? Can you heal?
So the girl in the painting sits. She sits and stares. No one knows her name. Simply because she doesn't have one. She sits and she cries looking at a ceiling. She hasn't moved for centuries she has seen so much yet she'll never let you in on it. smiling a knowing smile she cries.
Florescent lights and billboards signs advertise a wonderful life, full of effervescent smiles and happy eyes. one sentence must be half decent in all this shit....