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supersonic

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So screaming like nails firing into my eyes at every given chalk bored direction, I seem to calculate the stats that I have been given.
1 in five of these pupils will start to dialate a little sooner than the others and all the little fishes in the pond will begin to wonder what live on land has in store.
I see someone coming at me with a scalpel and maybe a straight razor for good measure as to see how tall I can stand.
Then it seems to brim to the top of the white line I see and greys and yellows and stains of brown seem to wash into my drinking cup.
To blind from the light of day do I not see the darkness waiting at bay.
And I parch it with the blood and the shit, and what we are seems to be more real than I thought.
My surface seems to be all that has arisen from deep inside.
And slowly I paint the very traces of my essence.
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If anything I do drugs to appreciate reality.
 
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