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the closest we get to feeling alive is by sleeping with death tangling with evil and emerging knowledgeable and sticky-fingered ((fruit juice, apple or pomegranate)) we do not know life but as a sidekick for our suicidal tendency, our desire to lose our consciousness within the ***** of mob or infatuation to ***** out our selves, swallow our senses this is the deepest secret nobody knows but everyone feels, we all want to be lost in them to die while we live to dream awake we want to collar up our animal selves and harness ourselves to the plows of art and create and die
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Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 7:21 PM UTC
die and become
the closest we get to feeling alive is by sleeping with death tangling with evil and emerging knowledgeable and sticky-fingered ((fruit juice, apple or pomegranate)) we do not know life but as a sidekick for our suicidal tendency, our desire to lose our consciousness within the ***** of mob or infatuation to ***** out our selves, swallow our senses this is the deepest secret nobody knows but everyone feels, we all want to be lost in them to die while we live to dream awake we want to collar up our animal selves and harness ourselves to the plows of art and create and die
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Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 7:21 PM UTC
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