zombies feeding IT CAN'T BE FOR NOTHING.
IT CAN'T BE FOR NOTHING.


IT CAN'T BE FOR NOTHING.



RANDOM y'er Mind.

There is an idea of me; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply AM NOT THERE.
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diskomo:

The Residents - You Yesyesyes

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"When everyone lives in the future, the present is ‘au revoir’"

The Residents
15/10/14

It’s the World Wide Web

wiselwisel:

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fuck me, ‘tis poetry.

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Reject Life, Kill Yourself.