IRC-Galleria

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__The peek out of the fifty-ninth floor window reveals nothing more than any other sheet of glass opening into this world.
find the window that actually looks out.

__The cubicle on a roof is no more than a basement
to tangle yourself in your self-sufficient needs.




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Lies, lies! The humanity, lies!

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First they make you look good to yourself,
__then they prep you up
__then they crop you up
__then they pile you up
__then they hang you
onto the hooks of the needy.

Sheep to the slaughter.

The craze is over when you no longer match the game. Lame duck, you.

__Employ the system and rip off those willing to be ripped by the system
seeking justice in this world!
seeking shelter in the spotlights!


or perish.


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The colour's bleak, the corona's dead.

The last breath, the lucid walls, the luminescence of the lamps. The spin.

__I don't need anything, as the world would hold it in store for anyone else.
As bare as a new-born tramp.
As wise as the last downed bottle.



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Unique.
Ubique.

Perfect, beautiful.


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Pic or it didn't happen.