I need some indicator- a dense nose drip, maybe a heavy dose of brain fluids mixed in, as well- to avoid, descend down from the groping vines that eradicate intestinal and emotional stability,
acting with deliberation.
The world I live in, contrary to your barren planet, moves fast. I keep up by clenching my cognitive diaphragm, triggering all gears into turbo drive. With this, quality impairs, control over it varies. Then as I reflect on the project, there is ugly; no satisfaction, confidence downs.
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I imagine a beautiful corpse sometimes, not in a homicidal or suicidal sense, but as a sign of solitude and relief. Death is a curse and life is a blessing. What does that make me..
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What a morbid post.