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I am anti-matter. Trending on Twitter. Shooting a guest-spot on Two-and-a-Half Men. A five-dollar foot-long meal-deal of a man, long on propaganda   while short on substance; A School-House Rock rendition of Aspiration Asphyxiation penning love-letters to Jesus      beneath my breath to abate the sensation that I'm just      redundant protoplasm with a pecker and a pocketbook    failing to distract myself from the fact that every intake of breath is a death sentence. I have no praise-worthy abilities. You can't **** your way into heaven.    Satan himself caught a better break being cast out of the kingdom-- there is certainty in condemnation. Those poor souls who harbor     the illusion of indemnity through faith in a         purportedly magical Jew truly are the blessed few not via the Lord's redemption, mind you, but by the thoughtlessness of their devotion. Perhaps the two are tantamount to one another. The ****** are so labeled      because we question ceaselessly-- curiosity is no comfort. Should the sun burn black,      the world will go cold or       some star-burst might    scorch our galaxy clean of all delusions of eternity. The meek can inherit the ashes.
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
The Burn Notice
I am anti-matter. Trending on Twitter. Shooting a guest-spot on Two-and-a-Half Men. A five-dollar foot-long meal-deal of a man, long on propaganda   while short on substance; A School-House Rock rendition of Aspiration Asphyxiation penning love-letters to Jesus      beneath my breath to abate the sensation that I'm just      redundant protoplasm with a pecker and a pocketbook    failing to distract myself from the fact that every intake of breath is a death sentence. I have no praise-worthy abilities. You can't **** your way into heaven.    Satan himself caught a better break being cast out of the kingdom-- there is certainty in condemnation. Those poor souls who harbor     the illusion of indemnity through faith in a         purportedly magical Jew truly are the blessed few not via the Lord's redemption, mind you, but by the thoughtlessness of their devotion. Perhaps the two are tantamount to one another. The ****** are so labeled      because we question ceaselessly-- curiosity is no comfort. Should the sun burn black,      the world will go cold or       some star-burst might    scorch our galaxy clean of all delusions of eternity. The meek can inherit the ashes.
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
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