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I sat next you, watching you search for God 3,000 miles in limbo hoping you didn't find the mumbo jumbo I did when I really thought about dusty books. You asked for weather updates. Please. So I whispered in your cemented ears, 'cause you can't see a ******* thing but progressive buildings. It was as grey as the inside of your eyelids, anyway. Right when I walked in, my face went dead pan with your fresh decision to die. Anyway, I sat. I whispered. It was fine. I spectated on our situation. Your sweating breathes, my sweating eyes. We're natural. We don't matter. Emotions are natural. They don't matter. When the dusted books disintegrate, and mumbo jumbo weasels from that little pocket most have cemented shut, we'll feel much better. I do feel much better. Feel freely fall freely observe in captivation stay here, while there. Purpose has only brought stress. Try absurdity. Try reality.
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
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I sat next you, watching you search for God 3,000 miles in limbo hoping you didn't find the mumbo jumbo I did when I really thought about dusty books. You asked for weather updates. Please. So I whispered in your cemented ears, 'cause you can't see a ******* thing but progressive buildings. It was as grey as the inside of your eyelids, anyway. Right when I walked in, my face went dead pan with your fresh decision to die. Anyway, I sat. I whispered. It was fine. I spectated on our situation. Your sweating breathes, my sweating eyes. We're natural. We don't matter. Emotions are natural. They don't matter. When the dusted books disintegrate, and mumbo jumbo weasels from that little pocket most have cemented shut, we'll feel much better. I do feel much better. Feel freely fall freely observe in captivation stay here, while there. Purpose has only brought stress. Try absurdity. Try reality.
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
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