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today while smoking a cigarette I saw a butterfly dead on the sidewalk it was neither gruesome or disturbing in fact it was almost peaceful in a way just nature at its end I wish I was a butterfly transformed from wretchedness into something beautiful to you:to me the attraction is anything but physical it eats like hell for a solid week sleeps for the next three emerges arrives evolved into the sky life is now at its most poignant pinnacle beautiful tende vulnerable utterly free no longer even bound by gravity I bet that’s a ******* trip but there’s always a but irreversibly limited to a handful of days I wish I was a butterfly alive for a month of this **** and then beautifully quietly lie down on a sidewalk and die.
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
i, the spurious butterfly
today while smoking a cigarette I saw a butterfly dead on the sidewalk it was neither gruesome or disturbing in fact it was almost peaceful in a way just nature at its end I wish I was a butterfly transformed from wretchedness into something beautiful to you:to me the attraction is anything but physical it eats like hell for a solid week sleeps for the next three emerges arrives evolved into the sky life is now at its most poignant pinnacle beautiful tende vulnerable utterly free no longer even bound by gravity I bet that’s a ******* trip but there’s always a but irreversibly limited to a handful of days I wish I was a butterfly alive for a month of this **** and then beautifully quietly lie down on a sidewalk and die.
andy-fletcher
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
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