highly intelligent layers of mania drenched in thunder and laughing clouds. eyes that look but don't focus back at me in teh mirror you are reflecting this to me. hand on whatever is near "i haven't been home in a long long time" thas not true i've been home before. i feel like the cause of all our problems, not the victim but the predator. fuck sorries that game is for kids. i don't dream either i just think up shit. or stay awake and smoke
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