Saturday, March 14, 2015

Jamais vu

I can, in a disguise of tangential familiarity, knod to your rants, and I'd get away with oblivion. I tried keeping up with a continuum of versions of you. And I thought that you were my regular stranger. But my paradoxical, parallel conundrum of versions of truth take turns to manifest themselves and I'm often an alien to me. I am my own regular stranger.

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