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His head expelled rancid muck onto the river bank moss while I stood there peeking behind buildings wondering if the sun has risen. I’m cursing the wind yet again but this time its coupled with sheer rocks that work to extract blood from my yellow calluses. Downstream the fluids combine. The ripples oxygenate them and work them like arthropods billowing towards their first meaning. With him still face down I wallow over his body. Picture his last twitch. Ponder neurons and relations to souls. We’ve only developed thus far and I want to be sure this relies solely on an impacted min instead of mystical authority. I don’t want to be invaded.
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
leaking temples
His head expelled rancid muck onto the river bank moss while I stood there peeking behind buildings wondering if the sun has risen. I’m cursing the wind yet again but this time its coupled with sheer rocks that work to extract blood from my yellow calluses. Downstream the fluids combine. The ripples oxygenate them and work them like arthropods billowing towards their first meaning. With him still face down I wallow over his body. Picture his last twitch. Ponder neurons and relations to souls. We’ve only developed thus far and I want to be sure this relies solely on an impacted min instead of mystical authority. I don’t want to be invaded.
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
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