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Meshed into the cosmic fodder. Torn and strewn; universal lard. Maybe this is dying... Oh hi, Moirai! This pendulating plane, circumambulating understanding. An existential game, I didn't know how to play. Went back for round two, Just to test the subjectivity. At first I was astounded By the sheer volume of mystery. You crushed, you pulled, You played me for a fool. All the while, mocking me Like some bully at school. Oh hi, Moirai! No need to hide or disguise. My eyes are open wide, now. I'll no longer try to slide out. Ever since I stepped into this Buffer between the gross and divine. Nothing has been the same (lol). I walk the middle line.
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
Divinorum
Meshed into the cosmic fodder. Torn and strewn; universal lard. Maybe this is dying... Oh hi, Moirai! This pendulating plane, circumambulating understanding. An existential game, I didn't know how to play. Went back for round two, Just to test the subjectivity. At first I was astounded By the sheer volume of mystery. You crushed, you pulled, You played me for a fool. All the while, mocking me Like some bully at school. Oh hi, Moirai! No need to hide or disguise. My eyes are open wide, now. I'll no longer try to slide out. Ever since I stepped into this Buffer between the gross and divine. Nothing has been the same (lol). I walk the middle line.
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
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