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Neuro analytics. / *** is aesthetics?                                                   The world is pathetic/ How much of my time have you taken? /            The wolf has no need to read BACON/ Deeper then his will can take him. / These low frequencies hurt mother gaia dirt layers of stratigraphy, the isotopes of the bones explains the old clones.  A zone with no sentimental tune.   No concern to mention a common slur /get trapped in the blur peripheral glimpse I can see your curse it gets worst/ Adversus /My optimism among nurses (humanitarians) Commercial quotes created by other commerical quotes I laugh at their notes/   Locked inside a flock/ Lost outside the clock/ **** a pattern and a pen /They are stagnant again/ Repeating other's common sense worth about 10 cents a minute in debt with their whole lives left/ My ultra violent ray.   My aura displayed. Turning you crazy lost in a cave. This  poetry as a painting far from lazy. As the writing speaks to me . . "I'm glad you made me." . . I reply  **** YOU PAY ME.
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Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
Ahchosi
TRICKY ADVANCED POETRY
Neuro analytics. / *** is aesthetics?                                                   The world is pathetic/ How much of my time have you taken? /            The wolf has no need to read BACON/ Deeper then his will can take him. / These low frequencies hurt mother gaia dirt layers of stratigraphy, the isotopes of the bones explains the old clones.  A zone with no sentimental tune.   No concern to mention a common slur /get trapped in the blur peripheral glimpse I can see your curse it gets worst/ Adversus /My optimism among nurses (humanitarians) Commercial quotes created by other commerical quotes I laugh at their notes/   Locked inside a flock/ Lost outside the clock/ **** a pattern and a pen /They are stagnant again/ Repeating other's common sense worth about 10 cents a minute in debt with their whole lives left/ My ultra violent ray.   My aura displayed. Turning you crazy lost in a cave. This  poetry as a painting far from lazy. As the writing speaks to me . . "I'm glad you made me." . . I reply  **** YOU PAY ME.
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