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| ever dumbening |
Sluggish. Dragging. My body, taxed for the sake of vanity in this state of hunger. Generate energy from nothing. The perpetual motion machine just keeps on churning, burning up the nothing I give it. Muscles and mind on strike, falling into the whisper notes of Jobim. Seek solace, as "a refugee of your mind." Snip a thin sprig, rub the oils. Bury your face in your hands, consuming the earth. But don't stop. Don't stop. Follow the ardentopterygii, fins glinting with fire. Follow the fish to the desert. There you will be refreshed. |
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| so fucking lost | hounded by the nights | 020704 |