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You go strains of mad when... ...Ambition becomes Eating Your Own Hunger Pains With savaged pride you feel that all you need to achieve in life Can be done faster with gold and good courtship You croon apologies to your ideas and hope they stay. They don't stay. You go strains of mad when... ...Demonic intercession is hailed as miracle You pay your division of a vast tithe into coffers you never see and watch with shame and awe at a penetrative truth working noisily behind curtains. This polls well. You go strains of mad when... ...Dust and diamonds are sold as combi-packs, **** comes in boxes of strict six; for illustrative purposes, if you want four you've got to sell or discard two for your reputation. There's no loyalty card or price-break on bulk. I'm flat broke. You go strains of mad when... ...A nobody sketches you with disarming accuracy Their medium is a third hand snipe relayed with bitter remove No more the taut nymphette lounged aground, on the rocks The naked crystal uniform of your debtless regime, gone. You're a shirt and name-tag girl now. You go strains of mad when... ...Pockets burst outside the Church yard sale The Ministry guilts you into buying all the furniture and music moving it one piece at a time into your life until suddenly you have a Church to burn Just in time for winter.
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
Leading Lady Pirate
You go strains of mad when... ...Ambition becomes Eating Your Own Hunger Pains With savaged pride you feel that all you need to achieve in life Can be done faster with gold and good courtship You croon apologies to your ideas and hope they stay. They don't stay. You go strains of mad when... ...Demonic intercession is hailed as miracle You pay your division of a vast tithe into coffers you never see and watch with shame and awe at a penetrative truth working noisily behind curtains. This polls well. You go strains of mad when... ...Dust and diamonds are sold as combi-packs, **** comes in boxes of strict six; for illustrative purposes, if you want four you've got to sell or discard two for your reputation. There's no loyalty card or price-break on bulk. I'm flat broke. You go strains of mad when... ...A nobody sketches you with disarming accuracy Their medium is a third hand snipe relayed with bitter remove No more the taut nymphette lounged aground, on the rocks The naked crystal uniform of your debtless regime, gone. You're a shirt and name-tag girl now. You go strains of mad when... ...Pockets burst outside the Church yard sale The Ministry guilts you into buying all the furniture and music moving it one piece at a time into your life until suddenly you have a Church to burn Just in time for winter.
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
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