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I float in other situations...and never have I sunk...but today, I tread half-in and half-out. Tired, worn out, on the verge of collapsing. I swim the ocean Atlantic to which I fell into from the ship bottled Misera Volo. I hold shapes, many shapes, none of which move. They come for us now, I feel the waves ebb as they close the distance. They spotted...
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Now, to start off, what I need you to visualize is a lemon. Imagine that the inside of the lemon is a sort of gel that is thick enough to hold objects in place. Floating inside that gel, I now need you to visualize millions and millions of tiny, hollw glass balls. This gel-and-glass-ball-filled lemon is what I refer to as "the construct".

The construct...
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I know that you've always held me in a sacred place...after all, it was me who shared your sorrows and joys. I can remember completely when the host created us and for a brief moment or two, our atoms and molecules were a singular being. Michael, I know your loving compassion will always hold me high, despite the circumstances, and that truly is what makes...
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I drift down the street, closer to 11 than i'd rather admit...so I don't and keep coasting past the homeless and the riff raff. My ears are stuffed shut and their heckling is drowned out by Sufjan. My friends have gone home for the night and all I feel is a soft summer breeze on my face, and for moments at a time I shut...
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Basically, anything below this post is all stuff i've written in the past but decided i'd put up on here. From here on out it's all new stuff, promise.

9:32 am. The Passenger awakes to find the drug inside of him. The wicked chemicals mimic and fool the receptors as he begins to sweat. Soon he will believe his vessel is going to crash; soon he will die. Vertigo overwhelms him and he is soon stumbling and falling to his knees. When they ask if he is alright, he will puke his lungs onto...
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Those passing moments breathed an uncertainty into me which I have never felt. Every second seemingly longer than the previous, until the moment where everything stopped. Like chem trails in the sky, filling me with wonder, those red pathways streamed into an infinity of a moment. I could never imagine walking one myself, however, in that instant I realized that what I thought were facts...
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the past is not a ghost, it is a coinciding event that is happening right now at this very moment. it only feels like a passed event because your life is running in a constant loop for a set period of time. when that period of time runs short and ends, you begin again in a coinciding dimension where yourself and everyone else appears to...
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I could have been a machinist. You were a musician. I became someone else. The thought that I was becoming a better person, a person that I truly would be happy with, appealed to us both. Not that who I have become isn't someone I love, not at all, I just feel that maybe i've skipped some steps along the way. My life has become...
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Time spent chasing people I dont know,
for the sake of whats best for me
from the visions of a skeleton, maybe now I can see.
We sit on a suspended platform miles above life
I know that youre dying, before you even tell me.
Its a strange moment to feel, being here with you, pre-dead.
Not awkward, nor silent, nor sadjust solemn.
Its time...
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Simply put, it has been plaguing me. That same old vision of the bloody mare, washing herself clean in a pure river. The ebbing motions of that old creek have always accepted her, even now in her darkest moment. It continues to flow, even while she stains and pollutes the once glorious river. Many years ago, it was a large river, far too wild for...
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I never forgot you. Not for a minute. When you gathered your courage and left, in a way, I left with you. Hell, everyone needs a friend watching over them. When you found your new life, I watched from afar as the past slipped from you. You've forgotten who you are, my old friend. Back here, you were another person. Not a god damn thing...
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