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It's weird, I don't know. Prose, I guess. I literally just opened my journal and started writing without direction, and this is what came out. I'll type it exactly how I wrote it:
the world is filling up with my dna. it's clogging the gutters; it's stuck in a landfill. the MAN takes it home and makes a profit. the man on the corner doesn't have a home. he keeps it. the streets. what streets? the streets call it sick, it calls the streets home. when the sun is up it's brilliant. when the sun goes down it's slime.
stop.
stop.
it's cleansing.
stop.
it's pure.
stops.
it's filthy.
STOP.
So? Random gibberish?
the world is filling up with my dna. it's clogging the gutters; it's stuck in a landfill. the MAN takes it home and makes a profit. the man on the corner doesn't have a home. he keeps it. the streets. what streets? the streets call it sick, it calls the streets home. when the sun is up it's brilliant. when the sun goes down it's slime.
stop.
stop.
it's cleansing.
stop.
it's pure.
stops.
it's filthy.
STOP.
So? Random gibberish?