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My synapses are misfiring- this weight more than gravity. Depravity’s disastrous grasp, the exit is not escape.  Feel the world spinning, churning on without. remants, stationed stagnant and static. Buzzing in discomfort, blistering heat of combustible refuse left only excuses. Catatonic catastrophe, blasphemous bile spews, purposeless penitent sentiments, drowning logic in mental mishap. An exploding star, Separating fuselage, limbs detach from frame Splintering out into space.
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
Fuselage
My synapses are misfiring- this weight more than gravity. Depravity’s disastrous grasp, the exit is not escape.  Feel the world spinning, churning on without. remants, stationed stagnant and static. Buzzing in discomfort, blistering heat of combustible refuse left only excuses. Catatonic catastrophe, blasphemous bile spews, purposeless penitent sentiments, drowning logic in mental mishap. An exploding star, Separating fuselage, limbs detach from frame Splintering out into space.
Written 9.14.16 Edited/tightened 9.15.16
rynmccall
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Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
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