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You couldn't swing a dead cat Between me And the Core of All Existence. I hide myself from External Affairs Behind homeground Impenetration. All I care to explore is my own Present outermost psychocosmos. I could open my mouth and Expell whole systems; solar and Other. In constant consumption with Every sense employed; I know not When to stop. I breathe pure air on spiritual diet, Slimming down to a complete Absence of Self. Leaving an Impression like a Lover of Life on Something dead; I feel nothing But alive. I close my eyes and bask in the Loaded sensation Of every gun in the room Being pointed at my person. They live by me.
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
Home Alone Watching Rain on Window
You couldn't swing a dead cat Between me And the Core of All Existence. I hide myself from External Affairs Behind homeground Impenetration. All I care to explore is my own Present outermost psychocosmos. I could open my mouth and Expell whole systems; solar and Other. In constant consumption with Every sense employed; I know not When to stop. I breathe pure air on spiritual diet, Slimming down to a complete Absence of Self. Leaving an Impression like a Lover of Life on Something dead; I feel nothing But alive. I close my eyes and bask in the Loaded sensation Of every gun in the room Being pointed at my person. They live by me.
sgholter
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
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