I fell in when all encompassing dread peaked
and the tank was arid nothingness, absolutely.
Feeling so god **** sorry for my brain, and it's stem
surrounded by meat and physics and 80% water; under treachery of psyche
a calamine coward shaking hands with the people
attempting change, attempting decisions, never attempting novelty
and always senseless in the presence of evil friends
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
I fell in when all encompassing dread peaked
and the tank was arid nothingness, absolutely.
Feeling so god **** sorry for my brain, and it's stem
surrounded by meat and physics and 80% water; under treachery of psyche
a calamine coward shaking hands with the people
attempting change, attempting decisions, never attempting novelty
and always senseless in the presence of evil friends
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