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i think i only have empathy for movie characters.

and some switchy lines, something from insanity.

a child giggled,
consciousness occurred,
she was waiting to happen.
me within: it's perfectly clear to think of the explosion of a trillion years.
and why do you think i was like palm trees and my observations,
opened my mind; seeing i killed her bleed
while mentally appraising her scars,
eyes have grown fond in appreciation.
why do anything for the voices from then on this.
you're finally here, to yourself again.. again--
the contents of a second is when a person realises
a bit better to add to be, filled full of fear from? why? yeah; and the room, time stagnant
i want to forget that overwhelming self portrait i feel..
explosive with pride.
obviously, i'm not today. lately my million eyes in the contents of eyes.
suppose everything could be open to interpretation.

i have firecrackers. i've never had firecrackers before. there are no firecrackers in australia.
they make me feel like a spider queen
or maybe that's everything else