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The Sentient Meat Crafting illusory Identities

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Face, as the primary characteristic of identification is, well.. unfortunate.
In regard to my discretion, that is.
For if I were to cover my face, I would draw attention first and foremost.
Me, you, Doc Daneeka and I.
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Coffee, tobacco.. tastes a whole lot better after a few days break.
I will but die and resurrect for a while.
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53

If only I was a clone of YOUR greatness.. 
Boy would we be hitting it off.
Like an echo in a jar.
Transfinitely Devine.
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As far as body parts are to be considered, hands posses an inordinate gravitational pull.
Lousy laborer.

On the other hand, the limbs in question may reach the sky ahead of schedule.
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51

By the sanction of mediocrity, we are doomed to measure up.
Set thyself free into the public enemy.
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50

Quirkiness by the virtue of sympathy transpires inversely proportional to the confidence from indifference.
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As we feel, think, form beliefs, our bodies explode in chills or laughter, jerks, charges at the spine and what not. As if the CALIBRE of affairs could not be contained within the bounds of the vessel. 

Furthermore, as these somatic expressions of inner narrative gain prominence, like any experience, they expand and direct us.
As I see it, towards polar orbits, either: the rise or the decline of the urge to wonder.
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48

Fingers, toes, burning bridges..
You name it - I'll cross it.
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47

My feet were thirsty fish.
Your hands - the waters crammed full of easy prey.
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46

I will smoke the rainbows.
Almighty Lungs they call me.
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45

The best kind of quiet is the non-confrontational type of silence.
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44

- I'm staying in.. Doing as little as possible.
 = Levitate. It might take the edge off of the friction.
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43

Restaurants around here don't serve rabbit.
Yet I’ve got the shakes for it. Rabbit is what I need - rabbit is what it has to be.

Pet store:
- Do you have rabbits?
= YES! *shows me to the furry section*
- That one looks delicious. I'll take it.
= *Laughing* - This one's a girl. 8 weeks old.
- Does it come from a GOOD family? No murderers or rapist within the tribe, I hope? I keep hearing about rabbits gone mad, ripping faces off of their unsuspecting owners.
= *Handing me the receipt* - Yeah, yeah. Good family, a good family.
- Oh! Does it come with a warranty as well? Will it last longer if refrigerated?
= *uncomfortable laughter*

Google search “cool facts about rabbits"; “rabbit skinning”; “blood stain remover”.

Bloody bathroom. Bony steak. Monday afternoon.
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42

You don't have to redeem yourself. There is no universal significance to be derived from the conversation you are attempting to engage me in. All right. Now, cook HARDER.
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41

A mountain stack of cigie buds in the ashtray doesn't bother me one bit.
It is when I find ANYTHING but a bud in there, that it starts to look like a garbage can on me table.
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40

I just had lunch, may you PLEASE, stop bleeding ma'am..
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39

Anything above just a touch of lighting on the dance floor is excessive. Low-volume sets - the kind that won't cover the noise of your heels - are equally annoying.
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It's not like I have established a verifiable causality where being a musician makes one a ‘player’. Although I can easily draw an observational correlation between the two.
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Spotlight-hungry, running off at the mouth yet eternally struggling to arrive at the simplest forms of substance, that mean or matter. Who am I?
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