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I was at a bar, Against my will, I don’t drink… Alcohol. The people laughing, Hollering, Wallowing, And swallowing the Brew to a counterfeit Reality… A reality of invincibility, A reality of incomprehension, A reality of abstract visions, A reality of indiscipline, A reality of the minds, A reality of blurriness, A reality of sheer… UTTER Stupidity. They stutter and stumble, They rock and **** They slam and slam More brewed bogus Reality. They call it an escape, But while in that faux-reality They forget; There is no reality More genuine, More intricate, More perplexing, More marvelous, More sobering, Than one within sobriety, Made from all Natural ingredients.
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Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 5:15 AM UTC
at a bar
I was at a bar, Against my will, I don’t drink… Alcohol. The people laughing, Hollering, Wallowing, And swallowing the Brew to a counterfeit Reality… A reality of invincibility, A reality of incomprehension, A reality of abstract visions, A reality of indiscipline, A reality of the minds, A reality of blurriness, A reality of sheer… UTTER Stupidity. They stutter and stumble, They rock and **** They slam and slam More brewed bogus Reality. They call it an escape, But while in that faux-reality They forget; There is no reality More genuine, More intricate, More perplexing, More marvelous, More sobering, Than one within sobriety, Made from all Natural ingredients.
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Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 5:15 AM UTC
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