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I look, for what it is that I have found, may as well remain in the ground.
For what it is that I have found, will do nothing more than rupture the sound incasing the love from the hate that clouds the heads of us all, and like fuck would we want such safety such as that to ever see a fall.
So, let's find comfort in our own private reservations and our own deeply adjacent declamations, and rest forever, in our deep sea of contradiction and evil, making everything we produce from now on, in a positively progressive and selfless fashion, minimal and feeble.
So let us burn, burn, burn in our own hot, over-played food.
Forgetting that non of us are even of knowledge of a mood that defies such insecurity and misplaced conceited values.
And forever more, shall we say, here, now shall be the day that we cross off the possible affiliations with charity, and we will now sit together, in a forever, and will, for all time, consider ourself the representative of a brave new humanity.
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Once, there was a man, born inside of a world made of steal and hate. He was bred on unusual social habits, mainstream entertainment and silently strict principles. Eventually, he pulled himself up, dusted himself off and moved on to form his own self. He found nice clothes, amazingly unique music, put on his fake, large glasses, started writing stories and applied bohemia to his life.
Please, join on this trail of madness.
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