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The Mind, is an Infection

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The tonic water, I drink straight, tastes bittersweet, in a literal sense, the Quinine, leaving an odd aftertaste, metallic of sorts.
“Feeling Groovy” or “The 59th Street Bridge Song” comes to me over a crackling speaker. Vinyl sounds so much more…Vintage;  Its unbroken sound giving me muse to my thoughts. Forgetting the woes of my day. Forgotten thoughts, lost dreams, broken hearts…
Cursed soul…Never leaving my side.
Garbled ideas eating away my mind like an infection. Lights dance across my memory, giving “flashback” a new meaning. They forge a new edge and against the grain they cut, leaving no marks, only the pain of the wound. Smoke rising upward, toward a heaven I don’t believe in. The silence, impending upon my ears, is powerful and void.  Last hope for no one, never again.
Last chance salvation before we go.
Eats away my mind, like an infection.
I'm doing these pretty much in the order I had written them in the notebook I found. As I said before:
Questions? Comments? Critiques?
Go fuck yourselves.

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"The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feeling Groovy)" Copyright Simon and Garfunkel (1966)
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