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The horizon's bending backwards, stretching sideways 'cross a vision of glimm'ring hieroglyphic superstitions. My body's feeling heavy but my psyche just won't let me return alone into the void. No voice can seem to reach me although their pleas beseech me; can't I stay right here a little more? I'd never stop to question this painless vivisection of what my life is for.
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
Fungal Road Trip
The horizon's bending backwards, stretching sideways 'cross a vision of glimm'ring hieroglyphic superstitions. My body's feeling heavy but my psyche just won't let me return alone into the void. No voice can seem to reach me although their pleas beseech me; can't I stay right here a little more? I'd never stop to question this painless vivisection of what my life is for.
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
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