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Curling my toes and twiddling my thumbs as I eagerly await new music from my favorite artist

And there is not a single choice left to make I am God's worst mistake

And in your throat, you know you're lying to kids

And you know nobody belongs in this hell

Am I just an idea

A sweet little thought?

Why couldn't I be your promise?

Why can your love only be bought?

Bought with my achievements

Bought with fake smiles and laughter

Why can't it be enough?

Why is your attention still all I'm after?

I need to take a piss, brb

I avoid sleep cause I like to pretend I can avoid tomorrow

Nothing's going to happen, but I've convinced myself the world's ending

So I'm building up a list of my worry and sorrow

It keeps my mind off of the night and morning skies blending

Maybe I just drink too much caffeine

I tell myself that, anyway

Cause I tend to ramble on like an anxious machine

And the more I do that, the longer I can keep sleep away

the way i NEED a house with this aesthetic

My beloved little pigeons, so simple, so pure

I think of you every waking moment, you're all that I adore

You're feathers, a pleasant grey, and I have to say, they make me love you even more

My pleasant little pigeons, I hope you get far as you soar

Ferdinand von Wright (Finnish, 1822–1906), "From the Garden: Flowers and Birds" (detail)

Curio Cabinet

The Lightning Tree. Salem, MA

The man buried below died by being struck by lightning. Then up sprouted a tree at the head of his tombstone that managed to get hit by lightning twice and still live.

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