Radiohead
when music associations
hinder your daily cultural existence and evolution,
you cringe at the sound of a lyric.
heart breaks just a bit,
like a rotting house,
cracking,
yearly reaching an inch,
and over time,
accelerating in speed.
but then you come to a hault,
a conscious self identifying conclusion,
that in fact you might, just might,
get the **** over it.
you do.
you then find yourself,
singing the tune,
inside your brave skull.
hmmm hm hm hm mm m
ooooouuuu yea.
thank you.
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