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there's anything to say i've said it hundreds of times Americana spirit camel crushing your spine relapsed into a rage where nothing matters at all throwing paint pervasive. pretty picture, voila jackson pollock alcoholic. even atoms. Apple products be a man and stand for something. death and taxes. that's a promise lotus manta ray melodic. hammer-time my Padmasana serpent in the cherry blossom. antiquate this anaconda chronic indecision makes ingenious, it's said look down on those who chose to make an effort instead what a shame. so they say. so it goes, so we stay overpaid, underwhelmed. overdeveloped. photo-framed eau de strange. amor de Rey. kings without a disciple surrounded by the panic. introverted and spiteful introduce me in time. he who's taste is acquired he who chased himself downhill with a fifth of desire erase me so it never happened. Everclear and everlasting ecstasy she-devil's mattress. let me in and let it happen measure me, a slave to standard. traffic, 24th December in a row i've let myself become a hopeless romantic what a tragic turn of fate to see you sitting so silent after all these streetlights violated your privacy i want someone to write to me like i wrote to you, privately. it's not a matter of ego. it's ego in it's entirety. self-centricity spiral circa 1900 and 90 palace of ivory, stone madonna. statuesque the idolatry amethyst mirror mockery. mimic mankind melodically staring at myself until it started to talk to me. it's something of beauty to become a recluse driftwood in the wind i drown myself in pursuit, and breathe myself into stasis. static habitual mind spend a second alive then head back to where my comfort resides. what a wonder. i wonder where the pattern begins addicts dressed as habits every one of my friends lays in bed, waiting to come alive. c'est a vie, to summarize if only anybody cared enough to reply. DEADMAN
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