rushing
Dose of general anxiety: disorder. Go, if perfumed, go with
many voices! Creatures living out pictures, intercontinental corporate
hit-or-miss.
Globular bodies skulk. Discrete proclamation, boulevard
roar; shadow figures in airports.
A father, stumbling through the gates that you see. You see
half of the being, all one, here, just. Some receive conceptual data
dispositions. Some design data. None have fear, walking in unity.
They become winning. They receive. Humans, if performed,
form melodrama. Inhibited pose. Applicable detail, the lower half of nuances,
close to sleep; distraction idioms; chill animation; a confidence increasing
chaos, moving within torchlight. Not a dance becoming music, imaginary, the
piece; so many in concert; one phenomenon.
This is the roughly empty room, our ignorance, a sequence
before the many present times, including imaginary music. General anxiety
disorder. Structure of creatures living space somewhere warm, an illusion of
information. Source material is accidental, senses signs. Quite the sham; an
incoherent existence.
Mass produces intent. Give us more voices! Fail
to be expected, rushing dull interpretation.
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