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"You are what you eat" until one day you don't and that's what you become n o t h i n g (beautiful?) your cognitions like broken clock cogs s l o w s l o w s l o w (perfect?) tabula rasa is the body unbefouled by nourishment (enemy?) And the walls are washed white Nature sickly perverts vitality The cornucopia becomes a conspiracy To sully your porcelain e m p t i n e s s (happiness?) hypoglycemia makes you shake but not as hard as eating a whole meal Can one person be so myriad? This identity could not possibly fit inside a body. Dreamer. Comedian. Thinker.   Friend. Musician. Writer. Smiler.    Lover. Wisher. Runner. Fighter.       Bulimic. And there it is: ugliest of all words. This identity could not possibly fit inside a body, and you see, it doesn't. It breaks it. I don't know how but I will win
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Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 3:26 PM UTC
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"You are what you eat" until one day you don't and that's what you become n o t h i n g (beautiful?) your cognitions like broken clock cogs s l o w s l o w s l o w (perfect?) tabula rasa is the body unbefouled by nourishment (enemy?) And the walls are washed white Nature sickly perverts vitality The cornucopia becomes a conspiracy To sully your porcelain e m p t i n e s s (happiness?) hypoglycemia makes you shake but not as hard as eating a whole meal Can one person be so myriad? This identity could not possibly fit inside a body. Dreamer. Comedian. Thinker.   Friend. Musician. Writer. Smiler.    Lover. Wisher. Runner. Fighter.       Bulimic. And there it is: ugliest of all words. This identity could not possibly fit inside a body, and you see, it doesn't. It breaks it. I don't know how but I will win
mure
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Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 3:26 PM UTC
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