Silence ticks,
time to stop, thinking too much, what you know not. Conscious nightmares, subconscious, surreal, invisible, engraved; how to feel, not to feel. Potions toxic, traveled exotic, tainted tactics, narcissistic narcotics. Throw up the Guns, Germs, and Steel, walls and precepts, too. Contaminated commerce of affection, that if only time were true.
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Sydne Kilberg"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." Archives
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