on the brink of exposure, isolation consoles me
synths color my room in vivid technicolor. oh yeah the future's here, baby! I quit my crying and revel in my ripening fruit - where's my eye like the tiger? all I'm doing is curling like an armadillo thrown into the city, I'll let life pass me by, just keep joni mitchell's "blue" record rolling and rolling and rolling
stuck in my own sickly film, when will isolation not be full of classic neon blue fluorescent lighting and more of a deep scarlet stars littering my skies? when will it be a hue deeper than Hester Prynne's scarlet letter etched onto her bosom?
this colony of erratic uproars will only grow louder but isolation isolation isolation is my remedy won't it be?
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a/n: hi I am Stressed but I am hoping ur doing Okie Dokie :~)
