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unspeakable visions of the individual -- mor_havoc50

Shake off the sack of caution,
"Live your lives up, 
nah, love your lives up."
Jump headlong and easygoing
Into the concrete puddle of life 
Which has yet to harden.

I'm tired of slow-going drip drop drink,
I want some hard stuff to make you wonder
If you're still disillusioned.

I'd slap myself in the face
But the wet pain I've tried
And seen through self-inflicted tears
The folly of following sorrow.

Try something different,
Not only in the mental playground of mind,
But the physical illusion too.
Drop a rock and write the ripple.