Labored muttering between syncopated breaths. Circular wandering between sun-bleached alleyways. Bleary noon-time eyes. The selfish failure of generations realized in schizophrenic breaks and opioid deaths. Hundreds of thousands of silent dead hidden in the tongues of media. Fruit oil wisps in a tiny room. Greeting the unconsciousness of made-up stars from the safety of filthy blankets.
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