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Ad infinitum embroiled in another waking moment with a bated breath nothing like this day inclined only to obfuscate its meaningless joy of seeing yourself in a pond swimmingly doubling the inertia of the koi the day constricting within the verdigris ready to seal shut in hermetic this vermillion eye to wake up into a long-held confrontation of what this system closes in a document why bother this validation when valedictory Ad nauseam why bother this confrontation when disappearance this space much like a long-held performance if concert is hermetic in front of a nonchalant audience laudable with no sound, an untranslatable music unhinged from the inherent risk of felling an inert day struggling like koi trapped in a pond seeking what it is to transcend or the multiplied joy of seeing yourself meaningless ready for an eye to be caught in a monotonously claustrophobic loins of a tremulous middleground with no possible agreement other than: this potentially demands an end when beginning you are lionized to a fault, repeated, trite: what for?
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
Cheapshots from the trite
Ad infinitum embroiled in another waking moment with a bated breath nothing like this day inclined only to obfuscate its meaningless joy of seeing yourself in a pond swimmingly doubling the inertia of the koi the day constricting within the verdigris ready to seal shut in hermetic this vermillion eye to wake up into a long-held confrontation of what this system closes in a document why bother this validation when valedictory Ad nauseam why bother this confrontation when disappearance this space much like a long-held performance if concert is hermetic in front of a nonchalant audience laudable with no sound, an untranslatable music unhinged from the inherent risk of felling an inert day struggling like koi trapped in a pond seeking what it is to transcend or the multiplied joy of seeing yourself meaningless ready for an eye to be caught in a monotonously claustrophobic loins of a tremulous middleground with no possible agreement other than: this potentially demands an end when beginning you are lionized to a fault, repeated, trite: what for?
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
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