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We are immobilized veins thick with toxins brains saturated with synthetic sensation. Get out of bed pill pundits. Who do you love? There is bliss without a script. Somewhere. Look at yourself ****** harlots. Now look in the mirror. Is it a surprise that the same face didn’t appear? Stand straight, sloppy sippers. Take the flask out of your glove compartment you can’t pregame life. Come clean, nicotine queens. We say we do it because we don’t care when we die but I care if you draw your last shallow breath before mine. We are the machine, **** fiends. We can’t be fueled by ten sacks and melancholic dead dreams. I am envious sober superstars, of your greatest feat, waking in the morning and walking on your own two feet.
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Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 3:58 AM UTC
Yearning for a Life, Unmedicated
We are immobilized veins thick with toxins brains saturated with synthetic sensation. Get out of bed pill pundits. Who do you love? There is bliss without a script. Somewhere. Look at yourself ****** harlots. Now look in the mirror. Is it a surprise that the same face didn’t appear? Stand straight, sloppy sippers. Take the flask out of your glove compartment you can’t pregame life. Come clean, nicotine queens. We say we do it because we don’t care when we die but I care if you draw your last shallow breath before mine. We are the machine, **** fiends. We can’t be fueled by ten sacks and melancholic dead dreams. I am envious sober superstars, of your greatest feat, waking in the morning and walking on your own two feet.
my attempt at a longer piece
rk
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Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 3:58 AM UTC
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