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1) Sedation is not meditation. That's isn't substitutes for conversation.
And who is wrong over holes burning into heads or bloated sacks shifting in
their

Over feeling unloved, out and with nothing?

2) The decomposing human bodies moving in a language. Sending signals
in ways, (through unstable tones.)

Just to kow that there is no recovery. How can I even compare? (I'm hiding
out. Shaving my head. I'm screening calls. my tracks.)

I want to form some sort of expression. I want to some sense out of this.
calculating the collective, I want to know everything.

Sometimes I don't want to and sometimes I don't want to be around here.
Sometimes I just want to pilot a robot, spending days that only exist in my
head.

Instead of excuses I be looking for reasons,
Finding passion in my own of convenience.