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The Sentient Meat Crafting illusory Identities

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For what it's worth, misery on the screen assists acceptance of my personal shitshow.
I shift into the gear of ambivalence at the first sign of pain.
A film can make a big deal out of something and see to it’s fruition without looking away.
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72

I chase-read with myself.
The left eye is habitually granted a head-start.
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71

As an immersive topic is being exhausted and commences into disquieting chit chat yada yada yap, meta-cognitive analysis, unsolicited as it may be, seldom fails to peak its snotty head out.
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Dear ladies and gentlemen, your air will be switched off during the take off and landing. The passengers who wish to continue breathing, well be offered respiratory masks for 9.99. Specially designed for all your breathing needs. The remaining passengers are kindly asked to take a very deep breath.
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69

Nature over nurture?
Raise an Antichrist I shall.
A palm leaf retained the patterns of my fingerprints for 3 millennia.
A number this round is hardly a coincidence.
 - Rosemary, where's my Bieber mask?
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I wonder about a place or a situation yearning for a certain pleasing engagement to take me out of the currency. Always in whereabouts the most unlikely to posses anything of the kind.
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The Astonishing slowness of the trees.
Double helixes, the language of the living.
Leaving a spectral signature levelled within the proposed machinery.
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Indifference prompts behaviour that reveals as much awareness to the observer as the subject has failed to compose himself.
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During the day the reek of bourgeois disturbia greets me at every corner. An antipode of cities at night, radiating intensive calm, that resembles tranquility occurring from physical exhaustion.
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64

Attain equilibrium.
I've sunken midway.
Pretty house, rigid plumbing.
Compromise compromise, into the abyss of elusive content.
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63

Assembling hair-knots on me legs.
To discover a 'tumour' some hours later.
Senseless handcrafts leak dreary interpretations therein.
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62

Chaos in an instance and clarity in time.
Counter iterations obliged to sink slime.
L'mighty platoon of cunts - he'd postulate.
L'imp Quack Orchestra of bucket of dicks
Laid them forward and took it for granted.
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As troubling as it is luxurious.
The apes truly manifest, once there is little to no fret at hand.
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All that is unknown and greener, ever so, oh evergreener drone.
Hum, buzz, whirr, rumble and purr.
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59

Don't sweat your fear on me.
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58

Commemorance of Jesus, erected Indian heads,
Tranies in green neon heals, cursing the planet.
Sweet slacker on the stairs of the city council,
George Frederic declaring bells unlooked for at 2am.
Permeable oak casks and distilleries, evaporating onto the cobble stones.
Bolted churches and hotel doors as if the wooden sheep cannot spot an entrance.

Celery against pepper, tabasco and lime meet the meat between the smoked teeth.
Red vodka down the throat, bleeding out.
On the carpet floors, the elevators and the stairways.
MD MD MD MA Nicolas Jaaring ambience of the Irish day.
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I cannot be myself and observe myself simultaneously. I can pretend, but it's a frivolous pass-time. If I succeed, the self dissolves.
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I recall sauna being a titie heaven.
I'd aim for'em even when I was too short to reach.

One proper slap after a ‘grabing session’ comes to mind. 
I've been treating melons with mature respect ever since.
An early initiation into the path of gentleman-hood. 
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