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We Live in a State of Eternal Coma, That Is Until the Morning Sunrise Washes Us With Sin Again, Each Day Anew. Thereby We Pay the Terrifying Price of Enlightenment
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18:06 |
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Without the Protection of Nature and Emptiness, History Loses Compassion Over Its Materializing Narrative
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13:58 |
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Overflowing With Insanity and Darkness, Where the Whisk Stood Beyond Nighttime Eyewashes, a Lonely Man Lives in the Basement of My Apartment Complex, Dreaming His Lonely Life Afresh Each Morn and Night, in Broken Tongues, His Unnoticed Life Becomes Meaningful Only Towards Its Surreal Endnote
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9:36 |
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Whoever Looks Into My Extemporaneous World, Shouldst as Conks Inject Embryonic Birth Songs Deep Into the Motherless Veins
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15:16 |
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Improvising Whimsical Cunnilingus Anthems for My Favorite Reckless MILF, Planet Earth
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18:32 |
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