maybe_disturbed

i'm a whore

maybe_disturbed

when did I say that?
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lostinmemory

i'm a cactus.
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InanimateObject

Why am I so awesome I don't know gee you should probably agree with me

InanimateObject

I like my picture. Problem?
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InanimateObject

I, I have discovered, am an unsortable sort of man. 
          I open my mind to the pages before me
          And the words fall out. They drip
          Like extra paint onto extra walls
          Or blood too rebellious to stay inside the confines
          Of racing veins.
          I, I have discovered, am the sort of man that must write,
          To keep locked tight the breath in his lungs.
          Every word has a soul inside me, a body and a life
          And don’t they all deserve a chance at living it?
          How can I stop now and leave widows of words
          As those they found love with were destroyed by
          And buried beneath the bombs of my apathy?
          I, I have discovered, am the exact sort of man
          That fixes, or tries, the broken around him. I pick up
          The pieces, whatever those pieces may be and wherever they
          Have fallen from, and try to find the picture they once made.
          I am the painstaking and careful tying of a popsicle stick
          To the broken wing of a broken bird.
          I am the breathless wonder, whether or not
          She ever finds flight again.
          I, I have discovered, am the sort of man that cannot help 
          But believe. In myself, in every single body else, in something
          Bigger than all of this, in Hope and promise and the
          Unstylish and embarrassing dream that we can still be
          Exactly who we have always wanted to be.
          I, I have discovered, am an unsortable sort of man.
          If it is filing and sorting and finding order
          In the orderless that suits you,
          When you come upon me to file, I offer now
          My most sincere apologies.