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Humanity, in all its dreadful shades, Shall shuffle and leap to its varnished doom. It shall grind and break its very bones in selfie congratulatory glow; A sickening dance of death, Salty and twisted and sweet. Tear-stained and hating, it claws the wall as the stairs fall towards the blank. Laugh in fear, embrace yourselves and believe that we are climbing, Whilst onwards, onwards unto the abyss.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
Are we there yet?
Humanity, in all its dreadful shades, Shall shuffle and leap to its varnished doom. It shall grind and break its very bones in selfie congratulatory glow; A sickening dance of death, Salty and twisted and sweet. Tear-stained and hating, it claws the wall as the stairs fall towards the blank. Laugh in fear, embrace yourselves and believe that we are climbing, Whilst onwards, onwards unto the abyss.
richard-wishart
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
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