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I've got this last sorrowful sense of what it means to be someone somewhere, as the rockets fall like rain and the cosmos spins
like a fucking hurricane. It's the secret of the man in black, the fox who never speaks, the pulse of humanity as the avalanche
of avarice and hope crashes down a mountainside of vaunted vanity in all it's cold, gross and grinding gravity. I can smell the
guns, hear the earth echo beneath boots, watch the launch of jet fighters and the way tanks advance. I am as the sun, the wind,
the dead, over and over again. I have gone mad.
You really should put down that fucking alcohol old friend. You're like an idiot who built a raft of logs and rags, sailing
further and further from what's sane all the time. The slash of the coast is a sparkle and a whine.
No. You're wrong. I'm right on course, the stars have carved a path straight as a razor. I'm going home. The obliteration of
my consciousness is the true heaven, holding on is what's wrong. Raargh.
Another drink?
Yesssss.
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I've got this last sorrowful sense of what it means to be someone somewhere, as the rockets fall like rain and the cosmos spins
like a fucking hurricane. It's the secret of the man in black, the fox who never speaks, the pulse of humanity as the avalanche
of avarice and hope crashes down a mountainside of vaunted vanity in all it's cold, gross and grinding gravity. I can smell the
guns, hear the earth echo beneath boots, watch the launch of jet fighters and the way tanks advance. I am as the sun, the wind,
the dead, over and over again. I have gone mad.
You really should put down that fucking alcohol old friend. You're like an idiot who built a raft of logs and rags, sailing
further and further from what's sane all the time. The slash of the coast is a sparkle and a whine.
No. You're wrong. I'm right on course, the stars have carved a path straight as a razor. I'm going home. The obliteration of
my consciousness is the true heaven, holding on is what's wrong. Raargh.
Another drink?
Yesssss.
Tell me what happens when you lose yourself
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Well I know what they would think.
Well that's fine. Luss. It's shiny, they hold on tight. I don't need their pity. Judge away. Better yet, pretend I don't exist.
Well that's fine. Luss. It's shiny, they hold on tight. I don't need their pity. Judge away. Better yet, pretend I don't exist.
I've been wondering for a while why.
It's obvious isn't it? Can't you see? It's never lost exactly, yet never found. That's the definition of alone.
It's obvious isn't it? Can't you see? It's never lost exactly, yet never found. That's the definition of alone.
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