........there is an asylum in my thought that flees .....a conspiracy in confederation that possess a fatal capacity to provide violent symphonies to play upon my mind, with diligent dispersal in a thick breeze of color all the words of nocturnal extravagance that I am all to eager to learn to invent to place to paper while all around me there is an eruption of orange and red.......
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 1:32 PM UTC
........there is an asylum in my thought that flees .....a conspiracy in confederation that possess a fatal capacity to provide violent symphonies to play upon my mind, with diligent dispersal in a thick breeze of color all the words of nocturnal extravagance that I am all to eager to learn to invent to place to paper while all around me there is an eruption of orange and red.......
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