There is a wicked barrier that detaches and discolors our unattainable dreams from our inescapable realities
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Nothing chafes the ego more than the monstrous realism of eight hours of subservience applied for and anticipated so that the possibility of a less materialistic existence could be avoided
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Like slowly sucking cold tar through a narrow straw
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Vomit upon your dreams
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Slowly sucking until you die
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Two Week Notice
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| Circle Of Dead Children |
