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My intake took your fuel and ran it threw to this carburetor and disguised itself as a brain. It took all the information thrown at it and combined it together, then a little spark caused an explosion, which led me here: I stood idle and held myself in the ice cold rain, Water began dripping down on my shivering frame. Each drop adding a beat like a song’s surrounding pound, Running thoughts drown out into a long forgotten sound. Pulling the handle I choose to release this body's soul. And I strike solid like a nut whose free from the tool, And land with a force derived from deep set desires. Finally free from the strong grips of deadly pliers. My soul is free, therefore it no longer seems to mind That I drove away and left my lonely nut behind And there it remains in the heat of the black asphalt Sinking into the earth because of mine own ****** faults.
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
Freedom from the system
My intake took your fuel and ran it threw to this carburetor and disguised itself as a brain. It took all the information thrown at it and combined it together, then a little spark caused an explosion, which led me here: I stood idle and held myself in the ice cold rain, Water began dripping down on my shivering frame. Each drop adding a beat like a song’s surrounding pound, Running thoughts drown out into a long forgotten sound. Pulling the handle I choose to release this body's soul. And I strike solid like a nut whose free from the tool, And land with a force derived from deep set desires. Finally free from the strong grips of deadly pliers. My soul is free, therefore it no longer seems to mind That I drove away and left my lonely nut behind And there it remains in the heat of the black asphalt Sinking into the earth because of mine own ****** faults.
Spencerj711
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
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