(no subject)
This white screen confronts me, asks me what is I'm looking for.
Presently I am unable to answer it, so I avoid it.
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The lines of blue are growing increasingly more comforting, however, so maybe what I'm looking for resides within the high resolution monitor.
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I can't seem to find... anything, really. Fuzz, static. Zero movement. When I sit in front of this contraption it goes as blank as my mind does, staring back at each other, weighing maybe. Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's just who?
000
Time to kill means a lot to me, I guess that's why I kill so much of it. Contained in my gray matter are countless hundreds of ways to put the clock in it's grave. It's my calling. My heritage.
I have all the time in the world, now.
Presently I am unable to answer it, so I avoid it.
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The lines of blue are growing increasingly more comforting, however, so maybe what I'm looking for resides within the high resolution monitor.
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I can't seem to find... anything, really. Fuzz, static. Zero movement. When I sit in front of this contraption it goes as blank as my mind does, staring back at each other, weighing maybe. Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's just who?
000
Time to kill means a lot to me, I guess that's why I kill so much of it. Contained in my gray matter are countless hundreds of ways to put the clock in it's grave. It's my calling. My heritage.
I have all the time in the world, now.