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>>1609526

NOT SURE IF TROLLING; IF NOT THX.

>>1609546

HELLO, I AM NOT SURE HOW TO REACT BUT T.HANKS. BTW, ARE YOU TYBRAX?


P.D. I AM NOT "POPULAR IRL".

MY HAND IS AGAINST MY CHEST. GENTLY SLIGHTLY ANXIOUSLY GRASPING ITSELF AS I LAY DOWN ON A SHITTY MATTRESS IN THE MIDDLE OF A DARK ROOM. COLD GLOOM OVERFLOWING MY CHEST. IS ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS WHEN THE EBB IS INTENSE. MY STREAMS ARE ALMOST DRY BUT MY SKIN IS GREASY. PIMPLES APPEAR AND DISAPPEAR. AS MY FLESH PALES. EVERYTHING IS INTENSE. YOU KNOW, I LOVE NIGHT. I CAN HEAR THE CROWDS OUTSIDE CHANT TO A STRANGER CYPHER SO UNKNOWN THAT EVERYBODY LIKES HIM. TONIGHT IS SATURDAY, MY FAVORITE DAY OF THE WEEK EVERYTHING CATCHES A MELANCHOLIC COLOUR. THE CHROME LEFT BEHIND IN THE ATMOSPHERE BY THE RECEDING GOLDEN SEA. LIKE VANISHING ECHOES OF VISIONS LORNCENTLY GONE CHANTING CRYSTALLY AND GLOOMLY HAUNTING ME BECAUSE I CANNOT GRASP THOSE INFANTILE GHOSTS. REVOLTING IN MY OWN EMANATION, RGB NOISE OF THE SLIDING THRU BEGINS TO SWIM ACROSS MY CANCELLED VISION. WHY VICO WHY VICO? YEAH AYE.