what is it about staring down supple fruit? and disolving into the music and the walls--its threatening but tantalizing. driving deeping into a state that can't be defined. one that has no use for psychological jargon. there you are at a point when the only true expression is in the eyes or rather behind them. it the lurking presance of a stalker.
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i am afaid of the nothingness that hanges in the air and lukes in my lungs the moisture of disease that sent me to hospital the sort of thought that landed me where i am now.
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