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out of arms out of lungs out of head it’s an effort to be dragged catch beneath the lock where i tore my lid three years ago each descent returning spit from the cavernous body of marx an empire of glass the wretched of centre city mop the open wound of 24/7 affairs *** and grease stained upholstery apologising for everyone else's mess it’s blasé-faire it’s pro-choice corporate megaphone through the airwaves distilled into the perfect idiot subject enjoy life enjoy life enjoy life enjoy life enjoy life :)
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
the map precedes the mirror stage
out of arms out of lungs out of head it’s an effort to be dragged catch beneath the lock where i tore my lid three years ago each descent returning spit from the cavernous body of marx an empire of glass the wretched of centre city mop the open wound of 24/7 affairs *** and grease stained upholstery apologising for everyone else's mess it’s blasé-faire it’s pro-choice corporate megaphone through the airwaves distilled into the perfect idiot subject enjoy life enjoy life enjoy life enjoy life enjoy life :)
the happiness industry would have you believe that all the ills of the world will be solved through positive thinking :))
mitakiharashi
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New Zealander
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
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