fuck,
those drums,
that keep misplacing all my thoughts.
it's honestly a distraction,
when the flare of the snare
and the kick of the bass start to push my neurons aside
to make room for the sensory overflow,
the electronic cataclysm
that bounces around my head when music arrives,
like a bride to a wedding,
big and majestic, takes priority over my body,
ties the controls to my muscles to play with the arms and legs
like a puppet master.
damn music, stop being so good.
my drug.
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