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I, invisible black hole that I am barely a fidget or graceful movement as I stand attract only the lack there of genuine interest and reluctant glance from people too busy pretending to be occupied in a mundane trance I, a super catastrophic nova of social proportions only watch from the corner of my eyes hesitant to interrupt these paranoid distortions called **** sapiens as they corrupt the simple art of sipping coffee from a cup.
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Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 2:46 AM UTC
An American Past-Time
I, invisible black hole that I am barely a fidget or graceful movement as I stand attract only the lack there of genuine interest and reluctant glance from people too busy pretending to be occupied in a mundane trance I, a super catastrophic nova of social proportions only watch from the corner of my eyes hesitant to interrupt these paranoid distortions called **** sapiens as they corrupt the simple art of sipping coffee from a cup.
gabriela-galindo
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Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 2:46 AM UTC
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