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The angel of the zeitgeist thinks death is a lover of short films.
It was a game I played with my sons. Like this: It was cold, and my brother was dead. My brother was dead, and the music said drink. The music said drink, and I sang god down. I sang god down, and god bent himself to a moment in Palestine. God bent himself to a moment in Palestine, and he was othered by his own brain. He was othered by his own brain.
Time uses god to tell time.
I drink myself to life.
Nothing outside of Ohio
is there.
It was a game I played with my sons. Like this: It was cold, and my brother was dead. My brother was dead, and the music said drink. The music said drink, and I sang god down. I sang god down, and god bent himself to a moment in Palestine. God bent himself to a moment in Palestine, and he was othered by his own brain. He was othered by his own brain.
Time uses god to tell time.
I drink myself to life.
Nothing outside of Ohio
is there.
