Coffee + Late Nights + PPBeep. Beep. Beep.
Alarm Clocks, Bleary Eyes
Open for the promise of more caffeine
Energy, Life.
Stumbling down the stairs
A near fall
Saved by shattered glass
Cutting the skin-- the price of safety.
A Loss of Purpose
Robotic,
Hopeless, yet Hopeful
Sinking into the deep abyss of idleness.
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Well, all those random caps makes me feel like Plu now >>
And why not stick it in depressing? Cause food is NEVER depressing! NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Coffee is in a league of its own ;p
And yeah, this ain't poetry, just one of those poems where you mash words together without thinking much apart from your current state.
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I always thought "We Who Eat Tuna" would be a more fitting name for this crew...Since when was a bowl of soup "Terrifying"?