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in this cube of angular anger there's a town made of clouds. sour wind sounds like bed sheets, & indigo solar radiation. don't explain: our eyes are the same, but the depressants seem to be gooeyer in your world. find a way to create a rubber convenience store. (to buy squishy cigarettes) build glass palaces so the world can see you strip down. your world. and you'd like that.
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
angular earth
in this cube of angular anger there's a town made of clouds. sour wind sounds like bed sheets, & indigo solar radiation. don't explain: our eyes are the same, but the depressants seem to be gooeyer in your world. find a way to create a rubber convenience store. (to buy squishy cigarettes) build glass palaces so the world can see you strip down. your world. and you'd like that.
(in the future)
marion-cline
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Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
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