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Hiding behind screens. Sealed from the world. Connected/detached. The next best/worst thing. Our precious intellect... Our fleeting consciousness... Boxed on a chip and stored away... Hidden and safe... Our stored binary dreams. Malcontents under pressure. Until they find the box. Press the button. All is consumed in flames. We hurt the ones we love the most and I love all of mankind. Woe to an empire of blood. Woe to an empire of blood.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
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Hiding behind screens. Sealed from the world. Connected/detached. The next best/worst thing. Our precious intellect... Our fleeting consciousness... Boxed on a chip and stored away... Hidden and safe... Our stored binary dreams. Malcontents under pressure. Until they find the box. Press the button. All is consumed in flames. We hurt the ones we love the most and I love all of mankind. Woe to an empire of blood. Woe to an empire of blood.
Amy-Grindhouse
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
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