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Cherubs! Cherubs reaching from aluminum clouds to stab the hearts out of lover's--kings and queens of too much is enough--minds. Bold martyrs dying as abolitionists                         to an illiterate pop-fractal-culture weeping about zealous posters of apathetic narratives.                                                                The infinite wilderness of glaciers calling the fading background                                      of planet Earth--steamboat particles in reverse                                                suckling till the chimes of apocalypse come.                           we are slaves beyond truth and defiance Sneakers hit confident roads with black widow nests in gutters                                                             --the sun is a word,                                                                she says it is a culture.                                                            --The dark is a force,                                                                she says it is a child.                                                                        *realistic tendencies are as hollow                                                                                                           as romantic ones* She laughs and I laugh                                           pity is polio                                           too sick to bend and                                           too accustomed to power
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
Atlas-cyst (Remembering paths)
Cherubs! Cherubs reaching from aluminum clouds to stab the hearts out of lover's--kings and queens of too much is enough--minds. Bold martyrs dying as abolitionists                         to an illiterate pop-fractal-culture weeping about zealous posters of apathetic narratives.                                                                The infinite wilderness of glaciers calling the fading background                                      of planet Earth--steamboat particles in reverse                                                suckling till the chimes of apocalypse come.                           we are slaves beyond truth and defiance Sneakers hit confident roads with black widow nests in gutters                                                             --the sun is a word,                                                                she says it is a culture.                                                            --The dark is a force,                                                                she says it is a child.                                                                        *realistic tendencies are as hollow                                                                                                           as romantic ones* She laughs and I laugh                                           pity is polio                                           too sick to bend and                                           too accustomed to power
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
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