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Cotton ***** replacing eyeballs, light bulb socket eye sockets glimpsing a contrast computer screen under sullen light; small talk in the room behind me. They're really getting into it three quarters over the line between I really don't know and I really don't care. One foot constraining the other end of reality. And it's like everyone is shaven down by their own empty hours into glazen-eyed laughter. Forward progress into counting dirt in a hole.
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
i can feel the interference of the air waves.
Cotton ***** replacing eyeballs, light bulb socket eye sockets glimpsing a contrast computer screen under sullen light; small talk in the room behind me. They're really getting into it three quarters over the line between I really don't know and I really don't care. One foot constraining the other end of reality. And it's like everyone is shaven down by their own empty hours into glazen-eyed laughter. Forward progress into counting dirt in a hole.
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
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