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I'm wondering now if Tomorrow, when I wake up I'll forget this day ever happened. Its wake of consequence absently Sounded in white noise voice, Soft whispers of a great taboo. Pathological History: Even for Me there were nice things Sociopath Society: Persuaded subtle rejections of pain How dense can conventional apparatus be? Contriving comfortable ignorance, An inconvenient dream. Postured hope urgently praying for Well behaved inevitable endings.
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC
A place with no ending
I'm wondering now if Tomorrow, when I wake up I'll forget this day ever happened. Its wake of consequence absently Sounded in white noise voice, Soft whispers of a great taboo. Pathological History: Even for Me there were nice things Sociopath Society: Persuaded subtle rejections of pain How dense can conventional apparatus be? Contriving comfortable ignorance, An inconvenient dream. Postured hope urgently praying for Well behaved inevitable endings.
christopher-blanck
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC
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