slippery words colliding at the threshold of pure velocity as my heart quickens to the motion in the notion and the mind is now pondering such crazy things and what is now going to be then, will now be now and its happening all around us and the glass is half empty? half full? who the fuck cares there is liquid to be drunk. liquid diet, skinny bitch. toxic membranes colossal highs. tripping on ideas of.. well lets not lose our sexuality in the minds of harsh reality of paparazzi eyes casting pupils of pure excitement across dancing bodies fuelled with a entire different emotion, considered substantial in some periodic times but hello its new digits, a new time, looking for places on maps and they've disappeared, you've sunk my battle ship, left with nothing but armour, armed to the teeth, you love to mess me round.
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