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in a quixoticistic sense we are not found lacking but do long for an end to endlessness visions of grey crowds coagulate the lab rats of statisticians habituated to coagulated grey crowds habituated to statistics death am become news article come of putrefaction indifference life partitioned from non-life growing from stagnated the information of our age has not changed us spirits made flesh ghost operated organics programmed; pristine we confront fractured assemblage ritualism vacantly bored holes in billboard confessionals mounting dull glossy vibes on the highway it says to eat our tails pray for return to our pasts and love our niche **** that here's to breaking the mold here's to seizing the day I will not wait
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
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in a quixoticistic sense we are not found lacking but do long for an end to endlessness visions of grey crowds coagulate the lab rats of statisticians habituated to coagulated grey crowds habituated to statistics death am become news article come of putrefaction indifference life partitioned from non-life growing from stagnated the information of our age has not changed us spirits made flesh ghost operated organics programmed; pristine we confront fractured assemblage ritualism vacantly bored holes in billboard confessionals mounting dull glossy vibes on the highway it says to eat our tails pray for return to our pasts and love our niche **** that here's to breaking the mold here's to seizing the day I will not wait
rest in peace, ryan
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
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