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“...who are modest, because they continually compare themselves, not with other men, but with that idea of the perfect which they have before their mind.” — Giacomo Leopardi“Once the ego is born into this world, it has to shoulder morality” — Wittgenstein“Art thou pale for weariness?” — Percy Bysshe Shelley“Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.” — William Blake“It's the 21st century, try to have an open mind”“I'll join the ritual when there's human sacrifice” — Bob Glück“Irony adds the pleasure of thought to delectation... the God of Genesis just *is* irony, which doesn’t make him any less God.” — John Pistelli“Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination” — Marcel Proust“...who are modest, because they continually compare themselves, not with other men, but with that idea of the perfect which they have before their mind.” — Giacomo Leopardi“Once the ego is born into this world, it has to shoulder morality” — Wittgenstein“Art thou pale for weariness?” — Percy Bysshe Shelley“Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.” — William Blake“It's the 21st century, try to have an open mind”“I'll join the ritual when there's human sacrifice” — Bob Glück“Irony adds the pleasure of thought to delectation... the God of Genesis just *is* irony, which doesn’t make him any less God.” — John Pistelli“Let us leave pretty women to men with no imagination” — Marcel Proust
“yet this nightmare be my core twin or anonymity interface with tangle display into cable currency”
— jack
“we drone with shrapnel / upload guilt under megacity / but shuttle feedback be shrine steeple or altar”
— Pughut
“under gridlock will we lament over that screen”
— Jack W
“we upload fantasy / for the uptown oracle”
— SP
“and yet my intersection / synthetic obituary / was pavement over you”
— anonymous
“i convulse over this virtual mire for we riot into synthetic sin”
— anonymous
“stay remember / this cloud / under a vulture / wither your cocoon / slumber”
— anonymous
“i shrine this dune / of the cauldron rubble”
— Sik Boi
“we swallow this flesh / yet again”
— JCS
“camera on your avenue / over this sacred boulevard / can forget sin for gospel / because of will”
— L
“it was toxic / but you bruise / to blossom”
— GABRIEL
“in lantern with we / swallow bog / wanderer will yearn / owl but soft”
— The Sloucher
“pray for aura”
— Ian C
“sleepwalk gospel with creep rot”
— anonymous
“sob callus / over caress / yet elixir flicker / an anonymity”
— anonymous
“you forget delusion i ruin your nightmare”
— anonymous
“hate / wife”
— anonymous
“yet this nightmare be my core twin or anonymity interface with tangle display into cable currency”
— jack
“we drone with shrapnel / upload guilt under megacity / but shuttle feedback be shrine steeple or altar”
— Pughut
“under gridlock will we lament over that screen”
— Jack W
“we upload fantasy / for the uptown oracle”
— SP
“and yet my intersection / synthetic obituary / was pavement over you”
— anonymous
“i convulse over this virtual mire for we riot into synthetic sin”
— anonymous
“stay remember / this cloud / under a vulture / wither your cocoon / slumber”
— anonymous
“i shrine this dune / of the cauldron rubble”
— Sik Boi
“we swallow this flesh / yet again”
— JCS
“camera on your avenue / over this sacred boulevard / can forget sin for gospel / because of will”
— L
“it was toxic / but you bruise / to blossom”
— GABRIEL
“in lantern with we / swallow bog / wanderer will yearn / owl but soft”
— The Sloucher
“pray for aura”
— Ian C
“sleepwalk gospel with creep rot”
— anonymous
“sob callus / over caress / yet elixir flicker / an anonymity”
— anonymous
“you forget delusion i ruin your nightmare”
— anonymous
“hate / wife”
— anonymous