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Aug 2014
I oscillate suspended perhaps from the reigns of this dark ceiling, the wire holding my consciousness breaks and suddenly my trip becomes ominous,  please my misery isn't worth your amusement nor is it any  consolation for bad luck, it is now this realization of my dreams undergoing corruption, a sea of hallucinations and self induced masochism in all attempt to achieve the collapse of reality
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Erving  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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   Sayira and Pax
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