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when we die our lifeline amounts to nothing more than a straight line but when we're alive our line spikes and flies so knowing this doesn't it make so much sense that we feel most alive when riding rollercoasters and soaring through the skies? when we sleep are we in actuality rehearsing our death? imitating that solitary line or following that erratic pulse that stand to prove our mortality a small fascination with two lines and simple parallels.
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
lifeline
when we die our lifeline amounts to nothing more than a straight line but when we're alive our line spikes and flies so knowing this doesn't it make so much sense that we feel most alive when riding rollercoasters and soaring through the skies? when we sleep are we in actuality rehearsing our death? imitating that solitary line or following that erratic pulse that stand to prove our mortality a small fascination with two lines and simple parallels.
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19/Gender Fluid/London, UK
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
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