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the backlights next to the large bottles of forget and they are appealing on the surface but behind them there is dust fleeting, window surfing, window shopping judgments quickly make you stuffed you think you got it all figured out but then you're left in the white room with your dark pencil, again scribbling frustrations, oh the strategies never end is it the chase? the chase can be fun is it fun? the fun can be dangerous is it the danger? Perhaps flip a coin, you win one flip it twice, win twice, flip it three times, and the chase is fixation banging pots and pans together, tin to block out the noise the coins, the metal, seeping into the skin, wash the hands, start all over again
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
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the backlights next to the large bottles of forget and they are appealing on the surface but behind them there is dust fleeting, window surfing, window shopping judgments quickly make you stuffed you think you got it all figured out but then you're left in the white room with your dark pencil, again scribbling frustrations, oh the strategies never end is it the chase? the chase can be fun is it fun? the fun can be dangerous is it the danger? Perhaps flip a coin, you win one flip it twice, win twice, flip it three times, and the chase is fixation banging pots and pans together, tin to block out the noise the coins, the metal, seeping into the skin, wash the hands, start all over again
Seanzy
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
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