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Jan 16
we are
all of us
junkies
who said that
Burroughs maybe
some
behavioral scientist
some article
some ******
meme Steve
as I lay here
sleepless
helpless
basking
in the glow of
my anxiety abyss
my dopamine
doom box
my window
into the lies
of the reality
to which I
enslave myself
pondering
salvation
and
slavation
thinking
Maynard was right
we are
indeed
in need
of a good
flushing
from Mom
thinking
I knew a girl
who knew a girl
some hog goblin
who used to
blow him
whenever he
passed through
Dallas
WordsandotherTrash
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