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My thoughts are like gamma rays addicted to ******* Fiending for absolute Truth Or a new use for Head Space They come in a swarm that bitch-slaps any bats in my belfry And rational thoughts flash mob My cherished illusions Daily. I'm on the front line Of a Psychic War with the Brain-Dead ! My Kung-fu is Confused By Hatred as an Argument - Racist Beliefs as a platform to start with... Asinine articles of faith As arcane Armaments Immune to subtlety ...Q.E.D. ~ or any proof of concept ! They've kept the Rubicon Uncrossed by the Curious Held stock in kerosene To burn books too luminous for Fearful Men, Unaccustomed to Promethean Gifts And the Unquenchable Flame of Paradigm Shifts Mortified by any Noble Pursuit That diminished the Lie To magnify the Truth.
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Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 12:37 PM UTC
My Psychic War With The Brain Dead
My thoughts are like gamma rays addicted to ******* Fiending for absolute Truth Or a new use for Head Space They come in a swarm that bitch-slaps any bats in my belfry And rational thoughts flash mob My cherished illusions Daily. I'm on the front line Of a Psychic War with the Brain-Dead ! My Kung-fu is Confused By Hatred as an Argument - Racist Beliefs as a platform to start with... Asinine articles of faith As arcane Armaments Immune to subtlety ...Q.E.D. ~ or any proof of concept ! They've kept the Rubicon Uncrossed by the Curious Held stock in kerosene To burn books too luminous for Fearful Men, Unaccustomed to Promethean Gifts And the Unquenchable Flame of Paradigm Shifts Mortified by any Noble Pursuit That diminished the Lie To magnify the Truth.
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Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 12:37 PM UTC
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