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i live in a helicopter over the city everything too ***** to land i see crimes from here and i dont care who lives or who dies. i see horses running races. winners resemble losers. the ocean is sewage the sand is termites the streets are drains draining the victims. wives and families. the people are bobbers to catch goliath beasts from underneath.    they sell their bodies for *****                        filthy                       clothes. to cover up their shameful ashes. deep down they want what i want, me and the goliaths; they want to crash and choke and be eaten. someone to set a fire to clean up the mess. a fire to clean itself.
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
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i live in a helicopter over the city everything too ***** to land i see crimes from here and i dont care who lives or who dies. i see horses running races. winners resemble losers. the ocean is sewage the sand is termites the streets are drains draining the victims. wives and families. the people are bobbers to catch goliath beasts from underneath.    they sell their bodies for *****                        filthy                       clothes. to cover up their shameful ashes. deep down they want what i want, me and the goliaths; they want to crash and choke and be eaten. someone to set a fire to clean up the mess. a fire to clean itself.
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Bhutanese
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
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