as you watch your thought train bumble by, you see your ideas starting to become harder and harder for other people to understand. you wonder if this should worry you. you feel like you're on willy wonka's boat going through that dark tunnel. such are your dreams. the contrast is always LSD high. the shadows are always professional-film-lab-dark. you see every color in the blackness- you feel all of your joys in every pang of fear that strikes your heart like striking a gong- you resonate dim & low in the aftermath. you've been sleeping since you learned the powerpoint program and stopped using books in school. you refused learning MLA-standard internet source bibliography listing style and continue to credit oral history from your father for each paper that you turn in. your grades get worse. your heart gets heavier. you don't agree with your new lifestyle but you push on. you hope a nike commercial will be made about you one day.
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