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lunacy
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psyki
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the Faucets prepare for war having painted themselves black collecting weapons and more the Belts are about to attack a Faucet screams in the night having been kicked in the head it's a Belt that has started the fight from the Faucet is trickling red i cannot describe how i'm feeling as i watch this blender of gore some of the Faucets are stealing knives from the grocery store all of the Belts have machine guns
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000206
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cares
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Why do I try to fly with buzzards? Listen closely, I might hear an asshole Sack of shit, pile of rocks Fester, piss, moan Empty promises, unfulfilled lies My book, my lunacy, my lies I stink so... fuck you Ideas change and so do you
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000415
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secondhandland
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delirium is a disease of the night. The moon is like the light at the end of the tunnel, we are drawn to it in our desire to escape.
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010320
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Nick
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The only thing that kept me from going over THAT smooth inviting edge was a strange sentence. Its odd how a string of words can connect and feign relevance and save you from what seems inevitable. For weeks and weeks it was the first thought that came to me "I'd relive every wretched, sad moment just to kiss your heartbeat." I told this to him when we first met. It was among the first things I said to him, not knowing he was the one it was meant for all along.
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020315
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spider from mars
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m_a_d_n_e_s_s i_n_s_a_n_i_t_y
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020315
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Adyana
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It's a thin film that covers the eyes. Distorts the world, changes reality. Makes you see things you wouldn't normally see. It takes you to another plane of consciousness. Opens up new possibilities. Frees your mind.
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020526
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Sunbleached
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ultimate reality - no pressure to adhere to the falsities of conformism.
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040620
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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