You are awake, i am asleep in your pineal run through shuffling thumbs of discourse breaking over the atmosphere. Channels push the erroneously held dissaray of the speculative. One more and more or less, less is more and more is the ***** of self control, shook by the hand that shook the world from its fantasy haze following the enigmatic resolution to an abando and awe struck as always.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
You are awake, i am asleep in your pineal run through shuffling thumbs of discourse breaking over the atmosphere. Channels push the erroneously held dissaray of the speculative. One more and more or less, less is more and more is the ***** of self control, shook by the hand that shook the world from its fantasy haze following the enigmatic resolution to an abando and awe struck as always.
Only nothing
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