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Posted: 9 Jan, 2016 @ 12:20pm
Updated: 17 Feb, 2022 @ 4:09pm

i've fallen into a vvvvvvvvrut the comple the comple the comple' reality is often a constant river of grasping at the minimum amount of painnm' reality is often coming to conclusions after dissecting ccontradictions' is the state.s antonym a criminal? what is blood but the contradiction of ---------------' if each heist is a play;do the cops go home after the curtain closes? what does it mean to remove a life' what does it mean to exist at the mercy of a 0000' thisect my self in the name of what is and i will show you our new religion;;'''''''''''[ forgotten relics will hold the power t o uuinite thhh[ i find myself losing sight of where my reality lies, the screen makes me ♥♥♥ forgetting all that i have learned' i extend my arm to you;i extend my gun the bullet comes from me. the blood of my soul drips down the internet, i sacrifice myself to taint the well. i hope my sinful blood poisons this neuralgic place . i hope we can feel again, i hope we lose the shackles of ccc=0----' I am at the cusp of existence, i plan to show you all the meaning of a distant reality.
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918 31 Jan, 2024 @ 8:55pm 
you good bruh?
cringeworthy.avi 18 Feb, 2022 @ 12:50pm 
The car's on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides And a dark wind blows The government is corrupt And we're on so many drugs With the radio on and the curtains drawn We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine And the machine is bleeding to death The sun has fallen down And the billboards are all leering And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles It went like this: The buildings toppled in on themselves Mothers clutching babies Picked through the rubble And pulled out their hair The skyline was beautiful on fire All twisted metal stretching upwards Everything washed in a thin orange haze I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful - These are truly the last days.” You grabbed my hand And we fell into it Like a daydream Or a fever We woke up one morning and fell a little further down For sure it's the valley of death I open up my wallet And it's full of blood