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when we trace the fear backwards we come upon treasure that was lost like the canary in the coal mine. I am not cool, and that is cool. hummus is cool, and it loves people more than I do. The laughing shadowy girl who stood at midnight by the flowering tree is cool. I stand in a city of glass, dying so deep near the message river, uncool. The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool.
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 12:45 PM UTC
CoyoteBlood
we're all trying to look cool
when we trace the fear backwards we come upon treasure that was lost like the canary in the coal mine. I am not cool, and that is cool. hummus is cool, and it loves people more than I do. The laughing shadowy girl who stood at midnight by the flowering tree is cool. I stand in a city of glass, dying so deep near the message river, uncool. The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool.
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