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Allusions and its art, shifting currents belabor corrupted by carbons and here we are, you and I, together in this moment. You and me, me and you, fostering an image of some kind of hope, that humans can know one another, finding something deeper rooted in something real. Is this possible, you tell me. Only a few can i say i have known, passed the facade of what has been grown. Into the thicket of the neural gardens of freudian tri state of being. So much nothing inside so little to ******* know. Do you wish to know, do you...
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
wind because its there
Allusions and its art, shifting currents belabor corrupted by carbons and here we are, you and I, together in this moment. You and me, me and you, fostering an image of some kind of hope, that humans can know one another, finding something deeper rooted in something real. Is this possible, you tell me. Only a few can i say i have known, passed the facade of what has been grown. Into the thicket of the neural gardens of freudian tri state of being. So much nothing inside so little to ******* know. Do you wish to know, do you...
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
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