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Where it for nothing, Save salvation walking beating like waves on a shore. Sometimes I'm thinking that people aren't blinking. “Fore,&..

Things of numbers leave your homes and all creations far alone. Things that add up or sometimes not always fit withing one shot. Somet..

Sometimes I wonder what would inform you of how I could be so informed. If how I entered this building arbores you maybe just do all your cho..

Clicking and the ticking always with the ticking people and they're clicking just like rotten teeth. Someone ought to pull out I'm not sure h..

Whittlebug whittlebug, cutting away. Pulling apart at an effigy. Whittlebug whittlebug, why won't you stay? Chopping and slicing ..

Though the road is long and the dust is thick which lines this path as we stick so close... Though the sun has set and moon long dead the fo..

With withering glances and accentuated romances with weather both clear and gray With water so clear we're left unsure if the water is there ..

Blocks and squares stripes and lines perfect boxes that cannot define It came as a speck the tiniest spark adding and adding to itself until ..

On a shore by the edge of a dark gray pond muddied with misery and introspection their grows with roots deep into the clay covered bank a tre..

Paranoia eating eating away trying so hard just to keep me away. Fear of things that I cannot accept, fear that I can't keep my fear in chec..