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I painstakingly cut off my fingertips screaming as I dug out the microprocessors so we could live free from their scanner grids The whir of drones overhead provide an ironically soothing white noise as we spend the night huddled together in a ravine The truth is I'm not afraid of them finding us and launching our firebomb execution so much as I'm afraid you might want at some point to see other people
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
Hopeless Romanticism In the Age of Dystopia
I painstakingly cut off my fingertips screaming as I dug out the microprocessors so we could live free from their scanner grids The whir of drones overhead provide an ironically soothing white noise as we spend the night huddled together in a ravine The truth is I'm not afraid of them finding us and launching our firebomb execution so much as I'm afraid you might want at some point to see other people
Amy-Grindhouse
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
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