Paroles Oceanic Motion de Ion Dissonance

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  • Chanson: Oceanic Motion
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all around, back & forth, the sickening smell of insignificance. I'm used to
it now, I must reek of it. the density of the air was tangible today, it was
way too heavy for me. I woke up an hour earlier, I am eager to amaze myself
for all the things that I could do, but most definitely won't, during this
loose hour. another day, predictably mundane, another scratch on the surface
of the 7" ep, that is my life... it keeps on bouncing! (all around, back &
forth) my "columbian (medium roast) full-bodied with rich flavor" coffee.
expensively tasted like sewer water today. the "normal & subtle" sour taste
couldn't be sweeten at all, no matter how I sugared it. how many times have
I wonder if this taste wasn't impregnated in my mouth? and once again (and
as always), I'm having a delightful conversation. with the refrigerator by
my side, he's always complaining, I'm used to his point of views now, his
constant mumbling... drastically sarcastic, almost has bitter has my coffee.
he seems to have an opinion about everything? an instant passed, then I
remembered that I have an optic sense. ah, there its is, my 4th floor
morning-view of a sunlit back alley. down there, an ant-like man is
wandering , nervously looking all around, back & forth. and once the tension
is gone, sure that nobody's there (Unaware that he's being stared at), unzip
his pants and ungraciously expose himself in order to piss his way trough my
alley. I am almost has relieved as he, once he's finished, but for obvious
different reasons. happily confined, thoroughly hollow and unfulfilled. I
think I'll go back to sleep. (Is it possible to be sea-sick on firm ground?)

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