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| paste! |
not for earth. they like being launched out into space where the pressure is nil, expanding to zen_spherical_prawns. in that vacuum, they slowly remember leaving things behind, a blackboard, algae_daquiris, a chitin chum, the sense of loss becomes magnified by the loneliness of a vast area. the prawns look back on the receding planet and try to scurry towards it but it is useless. they accept their miserable destiny. not for space. |
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| god |
i've been looking all over the place for a place for me but it ain't anywhere it just ain't anywhere |
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