BRAVARAMA
It never ends because it won't ever end :
like pants with an extra leg, there's always
more room to fill. The skyline is beginning
to sink. The vending machines fill up.
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For me, I have room to play and I see, out
of proportion, that everything else is basically
just screwed up. I'll put it simply, like a bad
reference break : walking by dragging a leg,
like Poe, through these streets of doom.
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