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lines mark boundaries scratched by gunship cannon fire crossed regardless by their smoke . preserved on haze made horizon from concrete ministries bunkering a fissionable peace. avant garde fighters control as shoeless fashionistas brokering fear in a 'retro' style of blades and system spooks. working poor garb in fake labels preferring sim-culottes to any daring protests against themselves. we are all Benetton and on message hating colour or hating the hating of colour.hungry habits of the two tones chimed by the 'we all bleed the same' brigades. shop the same, perhaps. standing in queues behind logos made of corporate programming dependant on the modern gunship smoke territorying our lives. we are all under arms.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
we are all 'armed
lines mark boundaries scratched by gunship cannon fire crossed regardless by their smoke . preserved on haze made horizon from concrete ministries bunkering a fissionable peace. avant garde fighters control as shoeless fashionistas brokering fear in a 'retro' style of blades and system spooks. working poor garb in fake labels preferring sim-culottes to any daring protests against themselves. we are all Benetton and on message hating colour or hating the hating of colour.hungry habits of the two tones chimed by the 'we all bleed the same' brigades. shop the same, perhaps. standing in queues behind logos made of corporate programming dependant on the modern gunship smoke territorying our lives. we are all under arms.
mrquipty
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
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