Tag: Arcade
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Anything that takes effort I back away from. Everything is overwhelming. Breathing is overwhelming. These persistent thoughts are overwhelming. I can’t talk. I’m like an inanimate object, a cubicle clown at an abandoned arcade from the 80s. The wind rolls through the electric canals, trash strewn on the currents, dust…
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Shattered windows cry like Sunday peacocks warning of the impending doom of glass
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 