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how do you know what you know isn't an illusion or a hologram or a ruse to them & theirs why I do declare, ******** I am ******* bored with this I've been here before, but I've changed a bit. I know my soul must be ******* ancient & has taken spaceships to different places you know, most don't own the patience for any explanation that ain't ready-made, microwave layman safe. as for shakespeares as for lennons, maybe they'll get it if they've mastered dissipation if they're versed in manipulation if they keep contained indecipherable ranges of insane visions to which ignorance is malignant, if they're excitable & strange & incandiferous. if they have eyes in their brains & are made of diamonds, if they're kinda like, sadomasochistic. wait, you're gunna miss it. when the inexpensive lynchmen get bent up & purple faced pinched pens & been up for days cause they seen some **** & ain't been quite the same since. nevermind it, they lookin frigid. this **** is ridiculous. **** it, quiet silent, silence, sigh then. keep calm remain indifferent. this **** is ridiculous. listen, listen. if you see me missing, please report it to the police ******* themselves in the street, cause it's easy, it's easy. tell em I only speak in secret spells & ****** but I know some swears in dreamy. the sleepy cellular subject is defective, so ... so be it, the pest shall be deleted lest it spread disease & eat up all the fleece, then we'll all be cleaned - no, not really. the fiends are still fiending the fields are still weeping paint is still peeling off walls who couldn't talk but were still breathing. the truth is still spooky **** nightmare things on inviting screens & the teeth keep screaming. maybe they're thinking. about the end ... ?
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
Ashtrays & Self-taught Levitation
how do you know what you know isn't an illusion or a hologram or a ruse to them & theirs why I do declare, ******** I am ******* bored with this I've been here before, but I've changed a bit. I know my soul must be ******* ancient & has taken spaceships to different places you know, most don't own the patience for any explanation that ain't ready-made, microwave layman safe. as for shakespeares as for lennons, maybe they'll get it if they've mastered dissipation if they're versed in manipulation if they keep contained indecipherable ranges of insane visions to which ignorance is malignant, if they're excitable & strange & incandiferous. if they have eyes in their brains & are made of diamonds, if they're kinda like, sadomasochistic. wait, you're gunna miss it. when the inexpensive lynchmen get bent up & purple faced pinched pens & been up for days cause they seen some **** & ain't been quite the same since. nevermind it, they lookin frigid. this **** is ridiculous. **** it, quiet silent, silence, sigh then. keep calm remain indifferent. this **** is ridiculous. listen, listen. if you see me missing, please report it to the police ******* themselves in the street, cause it's easy, it's easy. tell em I only speak in secret spells & ****** but I know some swears in dreamy. the sleepy cellular subject is defective, so ... so be it, the pest shall be deleted lest it spread disease & eat up all the fleece, then we'll all be cleaned - no, not really. the fiends are still fiending the fields are still weeping paint is still peeling off walls who couldn't talk but were still breathing. the truth is still spooky **** nightmare things on inviting screens & the teeth keep screaming. maybe they're thinking. about the end ... ?
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
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