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I go out to the Holodeck fifteen times each day or maybe it is fifty. The truth? I can not say Suddenly, I'm in a place: some place, far away, or near. Living out, some future life: the hiding place of fear. And other, "what if", emotions tusnamis of thoughts washed in blue oceans. Hearing and seeing, like I be slurping potions, Love! Number nine? No, Ten outdated notions. Action, danger, full color fantasies Must be the "not here now", disease must be the "pre-plan how" disease. Not living in the present. Saving on the fees. Protection reckets for my selfs My tiny inner syndicate, mob who lie and cheat and laugh at me then proceede to rob. me I'm deaf dumb and blind.
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
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I go out to the Holodeck fifteen times each day or maybe it is fifty. The truth? I can not say Suddenly, I'm in a place: some place, far away, or near. Living out, some future life: the hiding place of fear. And other, "what if", emotions tusnamis of thoughts washed in blue oceans. Hearing and seeing, like I be slurping potions, Love! Number nine? No, Ten outdated notions. Action, danger, full color fantasies Must be the "not here now", disease must be the "pre-plan how" disease. Not living in the present. Saving on the fees. Protection reckets for my selfs My tiny inner syndicate, mob who lie and cheat and laugh at me then proceede to rob. me I'm deaf dumb and blind.
ken-deford
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
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