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I see through your atoms. I collect data on your likes and engage in tactical warfare. I dedicate my hours to spotting weakness, then hop-jump-skip over them. I crawl at the feet of great folks who approach the world at full. I become inspired. Anti-protons and protons. Nuclear particles that make up the billions of thoughtful questions I have, all without a voice. Or an answer. I exist in something like a game but I never learned the rules. I hopped scotch because its all I know. I fight against the gravity that I create and instead I choose to orbit small moons and elegant stars.   I crash into lakebeds and leave everything dead and gone. I am Man, or at least some guy, and that’s a good enough title for me.
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
Gravity
I see through your atoms. I collect data on your likes and engage in tactical warfare. I dedicate my hours to spotting weakness, then hop-jump-skip over them. I crawl at the feet of great folks who approach the world at full. I become inspired. Anti-protons and protons. Nuclear particles that make up the billions of thoughtful questions I have, all without a voice. Or an answer. I exist in something like a game but I never learned the rules. I hopped scotch because its all I know. I fight against the gravity that I create and instead I choose to orbit small moons and elegant stars.   I crash into lakebeds and leave everything dead and gone. I am Man, or at least some guy, and that’s a good enough title for me.
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M/Scottish
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
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