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Burnt out psychenaut trying his hand at making art. Mosquito bitten, from bed-ridden to facedown in the swamp. Glorifying mind loss. Tossed and turned in ocean waves. Slamming into stop signs. Disney's just a hindsight. Theme parks just a crime spot. Tourists just a foreground to hide what's in the backdrop.
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
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Burnt out psychenaut trying his hand at making art. Mosquito bitten, from bed-ridden to facedown in the swamp. Glorifying mind loss. Tossed and turned in ocean waves. Slamming into stop signs. Disney's just a hindsight. Theme parks just a crime spot. Tourists just a foreground to hide what's in the backdrop.
Florida has its own particular kind of madness
JDK
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37/M/American
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
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