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the caffeine and preservatives served me ill and now the air is clear enough to hear an echo of those angina beats the rhythm of compressed time where mild maturity becomes entwined in curious calamity, cut down, boxed up, for all to see the choke hold slip the sterling buckle its teeth around your stubbled throat and nylon stained constricted waste the filthy lack of alibi
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
my filthy lack of alibi
the caffeine and preservatives served me ill and now the air is clear enough to hear an echo of those angina beats the rhythm of compressed time where mild maturity becomes entwined in curious calamity, cut down, boxed up, for all to see the choke hold slip the sterling buckle its teeth around your stubbled throat and nylon stained constricted waste the filthy lack of alibi
pondering the way so many older celebrities end up dead in less than distinguished circumstances and empathising with that desire to keep it real, to keep on pushing boundaries no matter how unwise or unsavoury
paul-sands
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 8:20 AM UTC
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