realising that at the end of the day it is red blue and green. nothing more and nothing less. i guess it must all that waking up with the right idea of where the day will go. no not the toilet. and no lets not put that in the washing machine. the suds will make it cakey.
a pseudoreality is oncoming traffic.
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rabbithole (nightfall)
laybrinth of nothingness that is tells you things. like let a = b equation that proves 1 = 2.
a place of worship(sarcasm) the place where you go to (the lavatory)
a place of worship(sarcasm) the place where you go to (the lavatory)
crossfire
lasers beams crossed through mediums of protection. things went missing. the suitcase. family. never leave things out in the rain as well. rustic chains. iron rotting bits all over the carpet. pigs roll in this filth. deletion however inconvinent made me feel powerful. on a powertrip. you guessed it, underneath the flag of cinderpaths.
proceed to library
down the stairs to your right.
take something off the shelf.