lost in an evolution of self. sometimes it feels like ive done nothing so far but be. i exist for the sake of existence. and nothing else. im just a blob of blasphemous action and untapped potential.. sleeping soundly on a hell-bound greyhound. blah blah. ask for a third charm chance. the spare key was lost beneath a bluestone. life is liquid, smokescreens, and headphonesssss. fuck a phobia. this is the summer of sunday seances tallied on top of a nightshifted image. and that is exactly all for today. thank you very much.
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