epic journey into inner-space fistful i put my heart & soul into my work,& have lost my mind in the process-vincent van gogh unmapped out with bone-crunching sentences cant always be reconstructed into a moment of truth absence that follows me everywhere isnt interested in reassembling the original ratio or any sort of superficial modification would rather get glassed on mold then trip on forward motion charismatic voice echoes no previous statements applauding misdirection in order to enjoy isolation which will culminate with mesmerizing antithesis unequivocal notions concerning riddled grace are discharged for meeting high moral standards overturned arcane ignores inconsolable boundaries intuitive assemblage throws a blanket over what could have been an explosive reaction to quantifiable data which is nothing but knuckling under to others intentions not knowing what those intentions are what maniacal curves they might throw what you might lose in the process is that a chance you want to take an alleged interconnected rap sheet which is nothing but insinuation professes to be in last stage of evolutionary progress obvious case of optical transmutation strung out on intangibles after three days on drip paradox for those who demand order as well as those minds left unhinged
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