A fond affection for the world brings about persuasion to the outer limit.
Tributes to the end of the world will make the mind of the aching pencil pusher tear apart his paper and dance upon its ashes, there is no time for such anchoring labor. Live beside me and take the vision from my soul, I reach to your chest and feel your heart but it is only mold, you have left it untouched for too long, The stinking neon has traveled into your empty mind, the scattered roses have brought me nothing but a guaranteed fate, the mindswept fear of practical thinking makes me jump so high I can feel the cold air in my throat, Alpha Centauri tries to grab me but its not enough, I have lost the grip and I can feel the freefall begin to laugh.
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