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Corpuscular existential crises of delineated realms of reality realigning one with the forever-spectacle of reimagined fragments broken from a mirror reflecting hitherto tomorrow's image of defiance nearing asymptotically towards speculative insights... var sc_project=11041570; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="b43fb4e2"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

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leviathan-supersystem and realfootage are the same person pretending they are not the same person going through extreme pains to uphold the idea they are not the same person, for what motive i believe quite simply : internet validation, particularly the i-can-receive-validation-no-matter-who-i-am-on-tumblr. god bless their soul.

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a visual poem

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dysphoria

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that’s not FROST Halsted and 33rd St

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adieu

I am changing my password to something unintelligible so I can no longer log in. Long good byes are best said short.

Death’s commodification lessens the life I have left to live. In jest, so pale, with youth and health and time ahead, to liken it’s coming as a gift or something to forsake as a sad-joke seems inappropriate to the consequence known to me now only as severe. I feel lasting pangs of it’s coming onset well before I should - lasting consequences of consciousness letted out of my mind’s capacity for life itself. This isn’t depressive unrequited want for life that redeems my dignity, this is a depressive state of  degeneration where I can no longer feel - where the blood of my body grows thin and nerves die and only in extreme fits of pain or joy can I be moved. 

tldr leaving. adieu

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