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#exoteric
is it any wonder social constructions **** the soul? i am born. entire constellations ingested by men who stole the braver buck. is it any wonder the higher numbers **** the low? artists hide their holy proper alkahest swirl into the torrent eyes fixed on the hole going full Atropos by slashing tethers and teaching us to fly is it any wonder construction kills abstraction encrusts the brilliant stone in destructive gray? is it any wonder emotional capacities have been bled from me? they must bless the fallen they must make Halal the bounteous human feast an exoteric world rises while one esoteric burrows in bright dark underneath. two parts of a whole broken banished to disconnection when dichotomies could meet. . . . SCAN COMPLETE
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC
sfc /scannow