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I hate the distortion of what we are right now I hate not knowing who we are and where we're going as a whole as a tribe of lost souls but I can't dwell in the dream that we're all meant for something greater this is all we're given, so why pretend there's anything better? You're not abstract you're not hyper intelligent and I would rather deliver a gory blow to your face than endure another profound hypothesis I just want to feel something physical for my skin hunger to be satisfied I just want to improve something miserable for my existence to go to the wayside it's not there we're all here so let's go outside, please and get some goddamn fresh air
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Jun 5, 2011
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