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Lost in the club on the way to the bathroom American dreamless, existed in a vacuum Every day, another way for us to consume Raids on the senses, a general consensus of the senseless, reprehensible amendments The armaments by the tenements, diffused Confused, never used, lonely in the fugue And you You who assume, presume, eschew the ruin of the brewing times, rising tides, the lies and of ties that bind - us to the times and to meaningless rhymes By illuminated rooms when the eye blinks Think, blink, the pink rink - closed By the hours that be, powers that see Subversive naturalism in a state of debate, compensate the reckless Feckless and dick-less, compost of the senses The sexes have wrecked us, ****** of the spectrum By your septum reset them, mind wiped Iconic lights gone The new light's on Right on
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
The Drifting Away: Of International Relations and Timely Disconnection
Lost in the club on the way to the bathroom American dreamless, existed in a vacuum Every day, another way for us to consume Raids on the senses, a general consensus of the senseless, reprehensible amendments The armaments by the tenements, diffused Confused, never used, lonely in the fugue And you You who assume, presume, eschew the ruin of the brewing times, rising tides, the lies and of ties that bind - us to the times and to meaningless rhymes By illuminated rooms when the eye blinks Think, blink, the pink rink - closed By the hours that be, powers that see Subversive naturalism in a state of debate, compensate the reckless Feckless and dick-less, compost of the senses The sexes have wrecked us, ****** of the spectrum By your septum reset them, mind wiped Iconic lights gone The new light's on Right on
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
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