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Monday, April 14, 2008
Broke but never stolen
Seems the bricks led back... the circumference here is defined in terms of necessity, not Absolut(s). At least not entirely. Regardless, they certainly weren't yellow. Fancy that.
Tick tick tick tick. Impulse beat. Deathrattles and shoestrings. Don't miss.
Can't blink without dreaming. Split second silver screens. Too many distractions contraptions calculations interpretations salutations sensations rain. If you break it they will cum: on queue and with dignity. The only thing constant is consumption, the only thing relevant is the lack thereof. Completion is a fragmented figment, perpetrated because of inability. Your desperation is your addiction, your mind your cancer.
There is a horizon, but it lacks the crimson most would assume present. The answer is whitewall, not bloodbath. The urgency is in the order. As plain as possible, and without puns of anecdotes: scream.
Because no one can fucking hear you.
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