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Nervous butterflies emerging from a chrysalis of chrysanthemum wings of doves. Flying towards burgeoning horizons fluttering erudite on solar winds lost amongst deranged proximities bounded by blackened skies Escaping realisation subterranean rainbows flicker in prismic identities diverging depleting diminishing deconstruction into distinctive dominions waning light that merges into surroundings (bound together by the unfortunicity of birth) [aren't all?] Falling since conception “all things are a part all things are apart” Loud crimson daylight excess is the prerogative of the crystalline ... time distances people such a petty quality one feels more distance by degrees the closer the surroundings. (and when I say dancing, I mean jumping through galaxies) [oh good, I am better at the latter] (it's like tumbling,) [was all there ever was] [a can? Or a cylindrical box of tin?] … … … [but I digress.] (My my my Don't touch the apple pie) [if you do I will cry antelope bones down a chalkboard.] (what?) [Screaming “sirens, sirens Sleeping alarm bells show me madness, I am cluttered”] there are no gods only pillars of marshmallow transforming, caressing endlessly -oliver and jonte
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
marshmellows
Nervous butterflies emerging from a chrysalis of chrysanthemum wings of doves. Flying towards burgeoning horizons fluttering erudite on solar winds lost amongst deranged proximities bounded by blackened skies Escaping realisation subterranean rainbows flicker in prismic identities diverging depleting diminishing deconstruction into distinctive dominions waning light that merges into surroundings (bound together by the unfortunicity of birth) [aren't all?] Falling since conception “all things are a part all things are apart” Loud crimson daylight excess is the prerogative of the crystalline ... time distances people such a petty quality one feels more distance by degrees the closer the surroundings. (and when I say dancing, I mean jumping through galaxies) [oh good, I am better at the latter] (it's like tumbling,) [was all there ever was] [a can? Or a cylindrical box of tin?] … … … [but I digress.] (My my my Don't touch the apple pie) [if you do I will cry antelope bones down a chalkboard.] (what?) [Screaming “sirens, sirens Sleeping alarm bells show me madness, I am cluttered”] there are no gods only pillars of marshmallow transforming, caressing endlessly -oliver and jonte
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
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