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...and at the end I'm scrambling for just a little more **** and for words and your redundant rambling is broken English trying to communicate things I'll never understand. When I remember my last wish I check the kief catch the last shot 'till I'm dry and with an empty barrel and hollow sloshing guts, my porous bones will snap under the weight of morality's fate and my wayward ways. I'll crash into a parade of memories that will spiral around me as I plummet into the geyser that last dopamine rush that will ****** me into the fifth dimension the crystalline eclipse of what is yet unknown and forever undiscovered. c.e.m. 4.28
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
part 3/4: black hole
...and at the end I'm scrambling for just a little more **** and for words and your redundant rambling is broken English trying to communicate things I'll never understand. When I remember my last wish I check the kief catch the last shot 'till I'm dry and with an empty barrel and hollow sloshing guts, my porous bones will snap under the weight of morality's fate and my wayward ways. I'll crash into a parade of memories that will spiral around me as I plummet into the geyser that last dopamine rush that will ****** me into the fifth dimension the crystalline eclipse of what is yet unknown and forever undiscovered. c.e.m. 4.28
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
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