Bruxism baths and adrenaline naps. Fused into celestial tidalflow. Brainstems washed with dissonance. Grooves in cracked pavement. Mental blisters from stretching in the summer sunlight. Trickles of congealing salt, blood and semen. An unbeaten path that trails off into the nothing of wilderness. The flimsy illusion of tenure as a shield against Imposterism. The tears of youth mourning the deconstruction of sepia lungs. And soft blue lines as the ultimate arbiter on a pair of merchant's scales.
3:56 p.m. - 2023-06-08
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