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heartmaw set on edge, again - this silly little head never seems to rest. that muscle jus below the breastbone will get the job done. it fiends the headfeed. awkward holes of black slowclap, bentcrouched underneath the seat of what's left - yet little small events are there, always (a)waiting over the tiny, unlit horizon of thoughtstream eddy screams. (choice is coy --- it's sorta yours, except when its not) eat the emote. masticate the fury. break down the snowstatic. it's unyum, sure, but, jus listen, and at the bottom of the hole you will hear the bowl hum and sing. lit space so light it will blind you to the abundant bads that has shot through, replacing it with hot shade truer. it will let you defy and be utter space.
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
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heartmaw set on edge, again - this silly little head never seems to rest. that muscle jus below the breastbone will get the job done. it fiends the headfeed. awkward holes of black slowclap, bentcrouched underneath the seat of what's left - yet little small events are there, always (a)waiting over the tiny, unlit horizon of thoughtstream eddy screams. (choice is coy --- it's sorta yours, except when its not) eat the emote. masticate the fury. break down the snowstatic. it's unyum, sure, but, jus listen, and at the bottom of the hole you will hear the bowl hum and sing. lit space so light it will blind you to the abundant bads that has shot through, replacing it with hot shade truer. it will let you defy and be utter space.
mike-dm
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
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