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such space for creation without strangled-throat; without pre-conception there at fettering length. and i want to smoke this ******* cigarette right here, right now, where supined, ego stoking knowing i can't. i won't, and i'll just come along down the road and revolt against own great Ego; i'll cycle cyclically some later day. pretentious **** sometime's we need to be hate. sometime's there needs to be contradiction; self-made chaos in attempt to -- **** i don't know. i wanna smoke this cigarette. i could use to burn a bit; could use for a moment's blindness. (you're there right now, already. a while now) could use for a moment's luminescence out from supine sky - textured dry-wall. want felt in the bones; about a nic-fit, about time to smoke this ******* cigarette.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
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such space for creation without strangled-throat; without pre-conception there at fettering length. and i want to smoke this ******* cigarette right here, right now, where supined, ego stoking knowing i can't. i won't, and i'll just come along down the road and revolt against own great Ego; i'll cycle cyclically some later day. pretentious **** sometime's we need to be hate. sometime's there needs to be contradiction; self-made chaos in attempt to -- **** i don't know. i wanna smoke this cigarette. i could use to burn a bit; could use for a moment's blindness. (you're there right now, already. a while now) could use for a moment's luminescence out from supine sky - textured dry-wall. want felt in the bones; about a nic-fit, about time to smoke this ******* cigarette.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 4:20 AM UTC
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