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A straight line delivers the illusion of control – the delusion manifested order could ever be kept in tow, or manipulated reasoning could ever take seed and grow against the natural ebb and flow. If each our mind a garden, work to see it bloom full of luscious fruit capable of sweetening even the dankest, darkest glooms. Savor that sweet, succulent juice as it drips from your lips and cascades down your chin To break from the mold, let go of control. To break from the mold, let go of control.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC
The Illusion of Control
A straight line delivers the illusion of control – the delusion manifested order could ever be kept in tow, or manipulated reasoning could ever take seed and grow against the natural ebb and flow. If each our mind a garden, work to see it bloom full of luscious fruit capable of sweetening even the dankest, darkest glooms. Savor that sweet, succulent juice as it drips from your lips and cascades down your chin To break from the mold, let go of control. To break from the mold, let go of control.
#control#illusion#delusion#gardens#breakfree
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Amancini
26/M/Chicago
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 6:06 PM UTC
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