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Nonsensical, weaving stories more real than reality bland tongue can't taste its own demise out with it, before the cancer spreads iron maiden jacket, draining the flesh upon pants of blood, sipping pints of lager Four and a half kilos, resting on the forehead of destitute feeding on the united colors of phlegm boiling water can't melt this viscous bile unnecessary wait at the ******* leg left dead, the night vomits red Classic self, addicted to suffering, ******* apathy *********** wildly into a fruit grinder getafix while you're still an idiot pretending to eat out of empty boxes   yeah, this is as real as it gets.
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 8:28 AM UTC
Fever dreams
Nonsensical, weaving stories more real than reality bland tongue can't taste its own demise out with it, before the cancer spreads iron maiden jacket, draining the flesh upon pants of blood, sipping pints of lager Four and a half kilos, resting on the forehead of destitute feeding on the united colors of phlegm boiling water can't melt this viscous bile unnecessary wait at the ******* leg left dead, the night vomits red Classic self, addicted to suffering, ******* apathy *********** wildly into a fruit grinder getafix while you're still an idiot pretending to eat out of empty boxes   yeah, this is as real as it gets.
I'm sick again...
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M/India
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 8:28 AM UTC
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