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a one dimensional *** ***** brain in a three dimensional hologram of consciousness i am a dumb wind a slouching mongrel soul carved in corpusles its twenty six dimensions stupid! mind like a radish in a **** slum   inhabiting a no return winter of hollow helled mountains   soon to be dead like disappearing smoke i hear my voice trying to count its molecules with a slathering tongue needle numb and a brocaded Vox throat of tears while eyes plead floating like cataract clouds no Shadrach Meshach and Abednego shinning baptism ufo's god ***** shimmering in space no no reality quotient here in a fitted sim built blood machine of flimsy bone locomotion's looking for time slips tormented by lifes prodding night stick in a distortion field i turn the wheel of shapeless shadows in Satan's mill waiting dormant ****** and  muzzled in a 666 cosmic zip code im just another ****** **** ***** Jew ************ ****** apple bend over living to pay the ******* rent in a house fallen before its built panting staccato deja vu's in a no return winter of pandemonium in this knot of blotting screams i try desperately to levitate from this spittoon of ascending ***** matter here gold turns to chalk and i'm always doing gods work with the devils pride like a bug in the grass
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
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a one dimensional *** ***** brain in a three dimensional hologram of consciousness i am a dumb wind a slouching mongrel soul carved in corpusles its twenty six dimensions stupid! mind like a radish in a **** slum   inhabiting a no return winter of hollow helled mountains   soon to be dead like disappearing smoke i hear my voice trying to count its molecules with a slathering tongue needle numb and a brocaded Vox throat of tears while eyes plead floating like cataract clouds no Shadrach Meshach and Abednego shinning baptism ufo's god ***** shimmering in space no no reality quotient here in a fitted sim built blood machine of flimsy bone locomotion's looking for time slips tormented by lifes prodding night stick in a distortion field i turn the wheel of shapeless shadows in Satan's mill waiting dormant ****** and  muzzled in a 666 cosmic zip code im just another ****** **** ***** Jew ************ ****** apple bend over living to pay the ******* rent in a house fallen before its built panting staccato deja vu's in a no return winter of pandemonium in this knot of blotting screams i try desperately to levitate from this spittoon of ascending ***** matter here gold turns to chalk and i'm always doing gods work with the devils pride like a bug in the grass
There's a tattered photo Carbon dated 250,000 BC Looks just like me Except my skull Looked like a balloon
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Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
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