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Work for the weekend. Prepare for the big payoff. Watch your youth fade away like a dying battery.
"When did they convince you to trade in your raised fists for cases of silver bullets?"
"Well, I used to drink to my new friends, now I drink to forget that they're all gone."
Lay down in that lukewarm pool of regret, spoiled potential, and complacency. Accept that ignorance is bliss, and prepare to be happier than you've ever imagined.
To say the dream is dead would be giving it too much credit. How about the dream was always a lie? And it was just the dreamers that died.
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Standing waste deep in the cold river, kneading the sand with my feet. All that surrounds us are smiles and open arms. We are safe here, why would we ever leave? This cannot last. Those days are gone.
I still long for the years I spent with the wool over my eyes.
Wake up to see the awful truth that our heroes are frail just like us. Our memories have become poisoned by a dose of our real lives. And now it appears that we have run aground and I'm the only one left to go down with the ship. I'll hold onto my sorrow like an anchor, keep it deep inside with my dying breath.
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death planet
02:44
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The world that we once had is gone. Honestly, it never had a chance. We tore straight through its soft skin like termites through a tree. Now, our ancient landscape has
been "upgraded" into a vast sea of filing cabinets filled to the brim with happy people.
At least, this is what they try to pass off as people these days.
Gelatinous collections of organs connected to feeding tubes stare blankly into space, as their hard-wired brains are fed images of celebrities posing as human beings. Our old lives are ghosts.
The weakness of our soft flesh has been corrected. We have achieved a mechanized, blissful perfection. The world that we once had is gone.
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the last night we spoke
03:10
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Your old letters still sit in my closet like a stack of handwritten skeletons. I buried their bodies when you left me, but I resurrect their ghosts every night. Trying to find where you gave up on me. But in the end it was me who gave up on you.
The last night we spoke my heart sank like a ton of bricks to the bottom of the ocean. But I'll forget everything I did, and everything that you said. I'll wrap myself in sad songs and long nights away from home. And I'll take comfort in knowing that you're better off.
It’s better to have nothing than to have me. Your only mistake was falling in love with a coward.
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unless Davis, California
2002-2010
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