The right angles of oranges. Too Much disguised as Not Enough. Tiny nibbles on the heels of ecstasy. Sleeplessness and stimulants culminating into a unique and out-of-body consciousness. The girded breaths of capitalism as the nights thicken. The crinkling of decorative paper sealing away pockets of inferiority. Tailing impolite strangers through poorly lit backroads. The abrupt braking of panic attacks. Tracking tire-prints in wet mud and crushed detritus. Discovering a new game, called Now I Know Where You Live.
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