Burning Mirrors

Aeon Psyche

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Burning Mirrors



Children innocently with little wisdom torturing ants with the force of the sun and a magnifying glass.
Yet not comprehending they're better off as stepping stones for when you've grown up to be the next exile
with a preference for death. The next archimedes to get rid of all these shit relation ships and all other
particles that are boundering within grey areas. Is it ok to murder my girlfriends? I mean, I wasn't so
deeply feeling the connection, we wasn't so very personally attached. So I end up burning a bunch of
siamese twins apart for breakfast. Because I'm still fucking mad. I mix up things like temperature and glass.
Calculating the measurements of the many cuts by celsius and the shards of broken windows by the scars in the trashbags.
Somehow my romances never last longer than when I turn the sulphuric acid in an hourglass. Yet never an hour passed.
I've got a certain perspective that necrophilia isn't any worse than the current japanese sex robots...When their battery is dead.
I'm just a person like the rest and we're all more fucked in the head
than your most beloved pornstar who doesn't receive beavis but her lovers get nuttin' but head.
The multiple reflections on a hundred zillion cameras in full perspective burning the retinas of any person
with a personal laptop to urns filled up with ashes. I didn't commit the crime. I couldn't figure out where I did put my glasses.
So what she was on the burning stake? I just mispelled this "earnest mistake" in my fetish favourites
when I was looking for a next rape victim. On quite an excellent sex dating site. It is actually prohibited.
Why are you looking with a perspective so solely black and white?
You ain't michael jackson or a racist zebra who is going to divorce his nagging wife.
And there's no way you had as much interracial sex as sasha grey to have the right to claim her last name
to express you're quite lame and depressed. Grab a cat by the tail and gain some scratches on your record.
When anyone asks, you just claim it was a proffesional. Why would I burn mirrors when I can buy gassoleen and matches?
Add up and subtraction, laws for abortion are no more than modern mathematics.
You fist the bitch and rip the unpriveliged kid out of her, old-fashioned.
Stomp on it a couple of times for a few minutes, you're to weak, nobody will miss you.
Don't think you're gonna talk back, what's that? Like homeless people near abortion clinics, I might be eat nn diss you.
What's the molting pet of pot? All I have is a glass bong with my eyes turning red whenever my throat burns to ash when I cough.
 

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Burning Mirrors



Children innocently with little wisdom torturing ants with the force of the sun and a magnifying glass.
Yet not comprehending they're better off as stepping stones for when you've grown up to be the next exile
with a preference for death. The next archimedes to get rid of all these shit relation ships and all other
particles that are boundering within grey areas. Is it ok to murder my girlfriends? I mean, I wasn't so
deeply feeling the connection, we wasn't so very personally attached. So I end up burning a bunch of
siamese twins apart for breakfast. Because I'm still fucking mad. I mix up things like temperature and glass.
Calculating the measurements of the many cuts by celsius and the shards of broken windows by the scars in the trashbags.
Somehow my romances never last longer than when I turn the sulphuric acid in an hourglass. Yet never an hour passed.
I've got a certain perspective that necrophilia isn't any worse than the current japanese sex robots...When their battery is dead.
I'm just a person like the rest and we're all more fucked in the head
than your most beloved pornstar who doesn't receive beavis but her lovers get nuttin' but head.
The multiple reflections on a hundred zillion cameras in full perspective burning the retinas of any person
with a personal laptop to urns filled up with ashes. I didn't commit the crime. I couldn't figure out where I did put my glasses.
So what she was on the burning stake? I just mispelled this "earnest mistake" in my fetish favourites
when I was looking for a next rape victim. On quite an excellent sex dating site. It is actually prohibited.
Why are you looking with a perspective so solely black and white?
You ain't michael jackson or a racist zebra who is going to divorce his nagging wife.
And there's no way you had as much interracial sex as sasha grey to have the right to claim her last name
to express you're quite lame and depressed. Grab a cat by the tail and gain some scratches on your record.
When anyone asks, you just claim it was a proffesional. Why would I burn mirrors when I can buy gassoleen and matches?
Add up and subtraction, laws for abortion are no more than modern mathematics.
You fist the bitch and rip the unpriveliged kid out of her, old-fashioned.
Stomp on it a couple of times for a few minutes, you're to weak, nobody will miss you.
Don't think you're gonna talk back, what's that? Like homeless people near abortion clinics, I might be eat nn diss you.
What's the molting pet of pot? All I have is a glass bong with my eyes turning red whenever my throat burns to ash when I cough.
YOW.

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Bzzzzt!
 

Aeon Psyche

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thank you :)
 
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