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If all the world’s a stage then anxiety is a crisis actor The trickster archetype typecasting all my critical thoughts as truths Into a monster of the weak rogue gallery of self-destructive episodes Maybe it’s the lack of SSRI’s but SI be like: *Since they slashed and burned half the forest preserve maybe you should slit your wrists and self-immolate in the center of it;* *Maybe you should spill your guts like seppuku at the center of Daley Plaza underneath The Picasso* outside that Shepard Fairey exhibit (Provocateurs; Block 37) Call it an art instillation If all else fails, I’ll just throw myself in front of a Tesla on the North Shore
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 1:40 PM UTC
Monster of the Weak Rogue Gallery
If all the world’s a stage then anxiety is a crisis actor The trickster archetype typecasting all my critical thoughts as truths Into a monster of the weak rogue gallery of self-destructive episodes Maybe it’s the lack of SSRI’s but SI be like: *Since they slashed and burned half the forest preserve maybe you should slit your wrists and self-immolate in the center of it;* *Maybe you should spill your guts like seppuku at the center of Daley Plaza underneath The Picasso* outside that Shepard Fairey exhibit (Provocateurs; Block 37) Call it an art instillation If all else fails, I’ll just throw myself in front of a Tesla on the North Shore
kenny
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 1:40 PM UTC
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