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Originally Posted by dull boy
I'm better off a ledge. I walk a thin line. My enzymes are etched in chalk around a desert. Lost
in whatever's tossed in my sector. Thoughts untethered. Under the weather. Can't seem to measure loss
against your pressure. Talk like I'm in the present. Not. I'm past the future. Relapsing through your never. Mocked.
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your psuedo-emotional roller coasters veneer vapidity
your enlightened darkness is mere stupidity
you can not fathom how many more levels of lucidity
max headroom's bed room can sleep through metaphysically.