I hear consonance surge through my internal pipe dreams with the finesse of a neural whip. Pleasantly thick and breathtakingly scalding. Lye and bleach devour a man-made bottleneck of lies and supposition.
Oxidization of doubt stripped away from mental copper fixtures. External green hue is shaved away by the violence of the vibrations.
But the smug and tired erosion of years of rust remains. Untouched and stifling on the jutting joints of my iron resolve. The resolve of someone who swallows floods of confirmation bias; a great leviathan of self-deception. Consuming the external world by virtue of sheer magnitude of arrogance.
11:27 p.m. - 2014-10-01
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