Strings played through a vinyl needle. Bittersweet nostalgia flows through my veins and midbrain. Syrupy and all consuming. Why do people have to ruin everything? Arm in arm, we held each other against the strains of a goodbye ballad. Soft lights illuminate our road home. We're just willing blue pill zombies, under the pull of the psychological tricks of an evil conglomerate. Unapologetically enthralled. Just hook it directly to our veins. I'm not sorry.
11:44 a.m. - 2017-12-04
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