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| stork daddy |
breath in and hold it until you get the old familiar feeling. breath out slowly and watch it collect into almost a shape or form then it dissipates, you blow it away it is sucked into a void - like so many friendships, loves, ideas of who you are, was, will be. |
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| Mister Brightside |
accelerations of time and life's eventual and inevitable outocome. another example reminds us that it isn't the jump from a cliff that kills us, but that abrupt stop at the bottom |
050114 |
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| [~SLAYER~] | So does everything else... | 050114 |
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| bricolage | oh the simplest and sweetest assurance of the shortest life possible... thank you. thank you so much. | 050114 |
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| CrookedRain | not fast enough for me though. | 050115 |