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Where did this miserable state come from?
What happened to 'not giving a shit'?
Walking into the steep pitch black
With my night-time, sky-high friends
The big dipper with his seven eyes looking down
Seven friends in an everlasting saucepan

Talking to voices in cars i can't see

Relaxed, after five sticks of nicotine ecstasy
I wander past 'Our Winds' and techno rave pyramid
The old guy's a weirdo
Sparks from beneath my shoe momentarily illuminate the dirt
Where is he, who i cannot find?
What happened to playing with my crazy creature and three hours tunring into Thirty-six?

This return to normality is not normal for me
©2007-2009 ~dragon-caliah
:icondragon-caliah:

Author's Comments

bit of a weird one i know. i was stressed when i wrote this which isn't typical of me. all the individual lines relate to normal everyday things, but they make no sense i wouldn't imagine haha!

full title - Thoughts of a Malcontented Waster

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:iconestedwae:
i actualy get quite a lot of this poem,i guess u tellin me how u wrote it helped. the friends are stars right? lookin down. not sure who this man is tho?! lol
i lke it tho, nice one

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wasted little DJ's
:iconharlequin-heart:
weird, intriguing, but good!
i wanna write something! lol fantastical stuff honey x
:icondragon-caliah:
yeahman!! but thats maybe the most obvious part of the poem!!! brownie points if you tell me what 'Our Winds' or techno rave pyramid are :p or the crazy creature :p

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passion creates possibility

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