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some questions are the answers and we spend our lives only awaking to sleep; making money that rolls off our tongues and goes into the pockets of eager eyed demons. so drag your cigarette a little deeper, feel the burn of swallowed words and whiskey on ice, that slither around the corners of your brain, like wildfire. take it easy, you are wasting your days pressing buttons that only activate the shadows of technological demise. these moments spent in the sitting position haults evolution, creates children dependent on fast cars and shiny lights to spark conversation. hidden behind the screens of medias wet dream called full of **** pie eat a slice and let your eyes do the talking. what are words anyhow but lonely paintings on the wall
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
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some questions are the answers and we spend our lives only awaking to sleep; making money that rolls off our tongues and goes into the pockets of eager eyed demons. so drag your cigarette a little deeper, feel the burn of swallowed words and whiskey on ice, that slither around the corners of your brain, like wildfire. take it easy, you are wasting your days pressing buttons that only activate the shadows of technological demise. these moments spent in the sitting position haults evolution, creates children dependent on fast cars and shiny lights to spark conversation. hidden behind the screens of medias wet dream called full of **** pie eat a slice and let your eyes do the talking. what are words anyhow but lonely paintings on the wall
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
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