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3 January 23, 1996

 

 

 

 

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sound familial
This resonate through MY apocal ptic ly.
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not that any of this shit holds any eaning
Ym just one ¢ a billion wai ing f the great payoff
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put evermore

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establishing your unique nature of corruption:
Time fuels or anxiety:
“prink! for you know not whence you came, nor why
prink! for you know not why you 89 where.”
- d Fitzgerald
lve sowed MY seed of wisdom, and my patience grows weal.
Around halo, angels take arms:
Theit mysterious aim binds my hunge® Persuasions of stale mate
pite my tongue.
Soon this timeless wait shall pass:
«J sent MY soul through the jnvisible,
Some lettet of that after-life to spell:
And by 22 by my soul ret ed to me
And answ red | myself am eaven nd he u
“Eaward Fitzgerald
A conscious consolment
undermining curiosity:
Madness wheels in @ dance,
collectin& alongside prudent
passers Vy.
Modern usi confirm
youths’ u determined presence
So the next time you ander throug
Istanbul, smile and raise & glass;
for we've all been here before in
Temple of the Lost Outright.
by Samuel Schmidt
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