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The minute shift it brought about helped along by three pints and sneaky tequilas, was enough to generate a fanfare. For too long I have stooped, trapped in the exoskeleton of an older world, unable to move and unable to breathe, for fear I will shatter the outer plates that hold me together. But a little while ago, I felt a crack rend the outliers, and a burst of colour I'd never seen before, rainbowed happily through the split So here I am, cracking plates with rainbows, with the Old World and an Exoskeleton I outgrew, gathering new dust on the floor beside me. And atop a hill moulded from wishful thinking and despair, stronger arms build armour from a grin, gnashing teeth and belly laughs. So try me now, because I am ready.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
the Old World and the Exoskeleton.
The minute shift it brought about helped along by three pints and sneaky tequilas, was enough to generate a fanfare. For too long I have stooped, trapped in the exoskeleton of an older world, unable to move and unable to breathe, for fear I will shatter the outer plates that hold me together. But a little while ago, I felt a crack rend the outliers, and a burst of colour I'd never seen before, rainbowed happily through the split So here I am, cracking plates with rainbows, with the Old World and an Exoskeleton I outgrew, gathering new dust on the floor beside me. And atop a hill moulded from wishful thinking and despair, stronger arms build armour from a grin, gnashing teeth and belly laughs. So try me now, because I am ready.
Perpetuating drunk pomposity.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
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