neuron flash in fifty watts pinpointing to the streetlight limbo.
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told me it was chemistry why i behave like this.
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why i move in misdirected impulse and speak in scrambled clusters of white
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noise.
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traction is not a term of endearment.
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death is an experiment best conducted face down.
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vertigo may not include spinning, but it ought to.
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i am languid in the puddle, face full of concrete cellophane.
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don't say a single word unless you speak with a drowning tongue.
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i am not listening. i am not focusing.
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my eyes have sunk and set and i am invincible.
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i'm water proof. someone said that heaven is just coincidental collision of
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electrons.
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this is not the time for touching me.
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i am a conduit changing colors, frantic humming televisions,
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conducting city spasms, shorting voltage like a fuse.
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the elevating vibrations of hysteria, amplified by the armor of the tarn.
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flashing lights paint veins across the sky.
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and everyone along the roadside just wants to see a saint.
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the serenity of sirens, the allure of the femme fatale.
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her defibrillator hands can't stop me now.
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i feel quite all right.
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Shallow Water Blackout
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Every Time I Die |