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i had the same feeling

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i had the same feeling that i had before when i had the same feeling that i had after i already had it and that's how i knew it was the same and so i felt it again and then it was like i felt it brand new for the first time and realized i hadn't figured out yet why it felt like a deja vous and it reminded me very much of the feeling i had when i wasted my time even thinking about it and let me tell you, this is pure truth, no fucking accident of religion or philosophy or ancient relationships which curve their way into memory the way a fond embrace touches the spirit when you least expect it and so i always realize that i least expect anything except the same feelings i felt again once more, shelved momentarily to be pulled off and slammed into my semi-consciousness which is very much like digging up a grave only not because the exhumed body becomes live again and breathes breaths of expression and the eyes, having seen a sunset on another day, become opened to oranges and yellows and tints of grey mixed with subtle pinks and so yes, i think i understand what you are saying and yet again, i don't



i had the same feeling

Posted to Utterances




i had the same feeling that i had before when i had the same feeling that i had after i already had it and that's how i knew it was the same and so i felt it again and then it was like i felt it brand new for the first time and realized i hadn't figured out yet why it felt like a deja vous and it reminded me very much of the feeling i had when i wasted my time even thinking about it and let me tell you, this is pure truth, no fucking accident of religion or philosophy or ancient relationships which curve their way into memory the way a fond embrace touches the spirit when you least expect it and so i always realize that i least expect anything except the same feelings i felt again once more, shelved momentarily to be pulled off and slammed into my semi-consciousness which is very much like digging up a grave only not because the exhumed body becomes live again and breathes breaths of expression and the eyes, having seen a sunset on another day, become opened to oranges and yellows and tints of grey mixed with subtle pinks and so yes, i think i understand what you are saying and yet again, i don't