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Jul 1
Connections come from ones own perspective, eyes glued and reel on like projectors. The crowds glued on blood, ***, cult allure yeah you know mettling with the Devils and gore!

Pupils wide as black holes, natural impulses take hold, competing streams of serotonin, caffeine and adrenaline.
Breaking through what's rational, distorted fantasy, made up dreams and reality. Playing a part over and over through your head, over and over till your mind chokes then explodes again!

Putting matter back together, gather a gander at your pondering standards, disguised by some "nice guy" on the outside banners. Representing the accepted way to live today, authority organized crimes, businesses continuing the selling of lies and the government still taking our lives.
A piece in progress, growing in some ridiculous proportions of unaltered fantasy made you to believe in a distorted reality.
Seth Seaman
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Seth Seaman  38/M/Florida
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