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i've bin wilting in the wings of half life some kind of tinsel of decay making chattering bids for attendance         but lack and fail                        pimpling   and then deflating                                                    tiny chasms visit me chittering little wheezy ******* of creativity  spazzing                     and then weary organisms spatter on the micro lens gutted    they were shoddily made    they're to be  examined                               (after all that genetics..... what did go wrong ?)                               a probing at discussion and decisions tend    now     to a humiliating life                                                       then  a step up   ; a weak and easy one                       followed by     ambition !         one to lift and give life reactors in the gut with macerated heavings gunged our way incisors and incisions rudder me and  together with my nouveau umbrella family betrayed from our hammocks, hummocks and  nooks we queue on up   for 'the things'                    in accord    with good society self reprimanded   in defeat ?
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Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 10:04 AM UTC
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i've bin wilting in the wings of half life some kind of tinsel of decay making chattering bids for attendance         but lack and fail                        pimpling   and then deflating                                                    tiny chasms visit me chittering little wheezy ******* of creativity  spazzing                     and then weary organisms spatter on the micro lens gutted    they were shoddily made    they're to be  examined                               (after all that genetics..... what did go wrong ?)                               a probing at discussion and decisions tend    now     to a humiliating life                                                       then  a step up   ; a weak and easy one                       followed by     ambition !         one to lift and give life reactors in the gut with macerated heavings gunged our way incisors and incisions rudder me and  together with my nouveau umbrella family betrayed from our hammocks, hummocks and  nooks we queue on up   for 'the things'                    in accord    with good society self reprimanded   in defeat ?
neth-jones
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Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 10:04 AM UTC
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