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On the fourth chance, a small space was built to hold no more than two.
Into this place, a small square of light which acted as a gate.
All of this was clouded by my fearful porn collection, extended as far out as mother, and easily visible to all curious visitors.
I'll play exhausted and hide in the first place they'd look.
I'll read about the creepy, wait, how do I look?
I know I must look at least as interested as him.
I miss the instant, the poor man have distracted himself into a bright-eyed hole, scared to well-medicated death.
I need a moment, please, help yourself to the door.
Coincide, a young formula flutters through my ribs.
I feel its charge course helixical information up my spine.
Maybe if waking up while awake could last, sudden lucidity within.
I am sorry for days, with nothing to show for it but lines on my face.
I know what you thought,
I will organize a recording in the basement of the Republic Mine,
The epic concrete metallic sound underground, pidgeons and long silent machines reverberating in the dark.
Right songs fall in glimmering red curtains, rolling in continuous echos.
I am surrounded on all sides, musicians I cannot see play behind.
Stars sweat across an approaching wall, as if faling face-first towards towards the reflection of the sky.
Diving into the calm silent water at 5:00 AM, the darkest hour of the night, when boundary of the water is most clear.
Perhaps what we see in vision is a reflection of another place far above.
And, upon entering the reflection, another realm is suddenly apparent beneath.
A system of conscious entities, interacting in a density which has settled into the lowest area.
Into this place, a small square of light which acted as a gate.
All of this was clouded by my fearful porn collection, extended as far out as mother, and easily visible to all curious visitors.
I'll play exhausted and hide in the first place they'd look.
I'll read about the creepy, wait, how do I look?
I know I must look at least as interested as him.
I miss the instant, the poor man have distracted himself into a bright-eyed hole, scared to well-medicated death.
I need a moment, please, help yourself to the door.
Coincide, a young formula flutters through my ribs.
I feel its charge course helixical information up my spine.
Maybe if waking up while awake could last, sudden lucidity within.
I am sorry for days, with nothing to show for it but lines on my face.
I know what you thought,
I will organize a recording in the basement of the Republic Mine,
The epic concrete metallic sound underground, pidgeons and long silent machines reverberating in the dark.
Right songs fall in glimmering red curtains, rolling in continuous echos.
I am surrounded on all sides, musicians I cannot see play behind.
Stars sweat across an approaching wall, as if faling face-first towards towards the reflection of the sky.
Diving into the calm silent water at 5:00 AM, the darkest hour of the night, when boundary of the water is most clear.
Perhaps what we see in vision is a reflection of another place far above.
And, upon entering the reflection, another realm is suddenly apparent beneath.
A system of conscious entities, interacting in a density which has settled into the lowest area.