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Changing sliced frames-phantasmic shapes until all out of focus No where is home if we don't even know where we stand Sliding a long treachery faster than light intoxication and slinking across the thin black line Entire live spans and plans changed in the space between a breath and a lie Thresh hold reached intense beating from forgotten spoil change You do know that if you let me take the wheel I'll drive us both crazy? Brace yourself for jump it will only work if we fall together Counting down five-four-three-to-nothingness End of line end of line end of time Stop waiting stop planning stop delaying The future never comes so can we start again? Delete delete repeat
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
Repeating Signal Counting Down and Slowly Vanishing
Changing sliced frames-phantasmic shapes until all out of focus No where is home if we don't even know where we stand Sliding a long treachery faster than light intoxication and slinking across the thin black line Entire live spans and plans changed in the space between a breath and a lie Thresh hold reached intense beating from forgotten spoil change You do know that if you let me take the wheel I'll drive us both crazy? Brace yourself for jump it will only work if we fall together Counting down five-four-three-to-nothingness End of line end of line end of time Stop waiting stop planning stop delaying The future never comes so can we start again? Delete delete repeat
Amy-Grindhouse
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Amy-Grindhouse
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
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