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I destroy as I write painted movements upon the disease of blankness fulfilling the open potential shining through a darkened tunnel fraught with the weight of culture's phantasm. A projected collective imbuing meaning and density leaving the propensity to do more in the hands of the unconscious. A generation  of dreamers caught  in a co-created nightmare It takes a forceful shaking to wake them into waking, a kind of tremor like the earth is quaking but stillness still grips those who would otherwise toss and turn You've had your time, now its our turn Interdimensional investigative procedure Prepare your resume, for today you will be hired or fired Welcome to the game.
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
Avada Kedavra
I destroy as I write painted movements upon the disease of blankness fulfilling the open potential shining through a darkened tunnel fraught with the weight of culture's phantasm. A projected collective imbuing meaning and density leaving the propensity to do more in the hands of the unconscious. A generation  of dreamers caught  in a co-created nightmare It takes a forceful shaking to wake them into waking, a kind of tremor like the earth is quaking but stillness still grips those who would otherwise toss and turn You've had your time, now its our turn Interdimensional investigative procedure Prepare your resume, for today you will be hired or fired Welcome to the game.
Place noise in of hands of those with silent faces
#not#ready#or
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
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