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  • I spent some time cutting phones and pushing milestones, believing that drowning was another side effect of sleeping on the bottom of the ocean. Breathing in the the wind as if the gusts were broken limbs begging to be mended. Witches watch the wicked but never delve in the prosperity of broken chairs. There is no envy.... Only political stand points and propaganda to propose to your your hard let dollars. I am the cause of pain in my mind but to others they only see the positive energy... My life is kind of like a nine volt battery, Lick me and you'll be shocked. I had always dreamed of being more grammatically inclined but after watching the television my mind was dulled to realize that the radio had broke years prior. I believe that sun could wake us and by doing so, we could shed some light on what could be important to others. If we dig far enough we can see a blinding spirit. Something that could beaconed within all of us, but it's not easily obtainable, no its actual a far scape of the illusion of grandeur . We suffer long and hard but for what. Do you know what you hit the morning grind for. Do you preemptively know what you're looking for? Do you actively seek enlightenment knowing that so many wish your damnation? Will your epitaph read " The Crooked walk way seeking a mason?" Maniac euphoria is bliss much like a dying cat smashed upon the pavement.... Tick tick tick, Lets hurry up and rush our last few thoughts. We'll wait. Where else are we going. If it wasn't for my mind I'd be lost in the real world. That would be awkward. Bleeding hearts like propane and cigarettes. Oh how I miss the reaction of chemicals combusting in my lungs. These time would proceed to be easier if there was more......More..... Ah fuck it your probably not even reading any more. The tale of a sociopath and his seven daily rants. Peace, what is peace with out chaos. An epidemic christening this hell scape. It's up to us to converge the the philosophies of a mad man and the voice of reason. I am alone even when surrounded. My mind is so far gone even I have trouble locating it. This is therapy....
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