Spin Me A Story, Weave Me A Lie

This is light/Blinding/Polaroid picture framed/Falling through the far window/Stumbling across the floor/This is light/Bright white/Slicing across a shattered scene/Whispering between darkness and ripped-to-shreds/

This is the daze of culture shock/Caught in the split second static between here and there/This is an etched echo in silence/

This is slick jewel cases/And chinks in the wall/This is the basis of understanding that you only speak in words dressed-in-best/

This is a conversation in two parts/Awkward silence/And fumbling fingers/Close the door on memories/But yesterday's embarassment/Is tomorrow's best story/

This is disguises designed to hide personality/And character flaws/This is exhiliration pent-up for disaster/Unfazed by consequences/Reckless in all the right ways/

I'm the fanclub for impulses and bad ideas/This is a potential catastrophe/A car crash in the making/

This is life in fragments

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I write in the vein of my heroes/Erring on the side of copyright infringement/Smacking slightly of self centered/

We're cutthroat thieves/In the business of words and ideas/It's a war/I'm an idealist/Breaking the bank of nostalgia/

This is life in fragments

Streak past patterned walls and backtrack folly on the way out the door/You drop direct quotes/

(this is your little in-joke)

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