Mud sludge pace of minutes. Die, dying, dead in isolation. A knife in hand for your protection. No one will ever enter here but at least no one will ever enter here. Protection + missed opportunity. The clouds have returned to Seattle. Morrissey's face everywhere I go. My empty hollow greed. Happy happy September 11th. Junk in the lungs is
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