Chama de Butano Subatômico Césio 33

I AM STUCK, trapped in my own heart. Genuinely confused and infused in life as never seen before. A shot of dopamine. Two. Three. Other serious chemicals. Ugh. Interesting; burning sensation within within burns the sensation. What is this? What! It's your fault, but feel bad not. Because it feels good, it feels foreign. The touch of soft, soft lips. Hand in hand. A catedral ebúrnea do meu sonho! What A good night.

While you sleep, I hold you in my thoughts tight. Waiting for the next time, when we drink ourselves beyond blackout and hang out with the random. Embracing the chaos, chaos, disorder, erisian order of a city that has no undergrounds, due to shitty soil. ARGH! People people, I am strange. You are a catedral ebúrnea do meu sonho, but you're alive; AND you're like a shot of adrenalin into my heart. LIFE. Instant life. EJA A SSÃO ESSE DADE VÍTIMA ENERGIA SUA VIDa NTO LUZ

It never existed. The realms of absence indicate non-presence and processes that never came into existence. Glass bottles all over the table and will to sleep soundly for endless hours. In a matter of seconds, anxiety brings an answer and a memory. The eyes close and the roots of the trees take place in hypnagogic hallucinations augmented drastically by the action of anti-psychotics and alcohol. The breather can't breathe and the voicer can't voice. It can all just see and just see can all. Disappearance, remembrance, trance, embrace. It's all soft on you like a pillow. Earlier today I swore I could fall asleep at any moment.7

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