Emitting vibes,
airy and false. Rectify, rectify, innards turn and toss. Burrowing into depths, that of which cannot be reached. Cannot be heard, cannot be found, for it's too late, cannot be teached. You will hear, at least once, of a "blissful ignorance". Fear though, to discount, As pleasant Utopia may seem. For you and I will carry on, with such rare confidence.
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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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