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We dissected his synapses sent him subconsciously seeking theorized sources of the substance Thanksgiving is coming and I'm stuck mute on my new path If he comes bearing gifts can I say anything through the slow death mask and scramble suit deceptions that will make him understand the murky depth of my regret?
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
Pretty Blue Flowers (Mors Ontologica)*
We dissected his synapses sent him subconsciously seeking theorized sources of the substance Thanksgiving is coming and I'm stuck mute on my new path If he comes bearing gifts can I say anything through the slow death mask and scramble suit deceptions that will make him understand the murky depth of my regret?
*Sincere homage to one of my all time favorite books and movies.
Amy-Grindhouse
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
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