I squint against the bright shards of situational truths. I withdraw into the cool shade of hip-shot estimations.
I draw blind-spot bias into my mind's eye and affix it as the lens of my jeweler's loupe.
Every perfect crack magnified into stagnation. I read the lines in peoples' faces as a gypsy reads the terrain of a palm. The precognition of bad choices.
My entire world vibrates with the violence of a lullaby.
I'm using myself as the erroneous template of comparison.
10:30 p.m. - 2014-07-24
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