and none of this is having any dent on the bucket of unused ideas
it is not getting any emptier
it never gets any emptier
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a strained visual soup..
colandered into 57 pours pours of ceasless pixel
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...a strained visual soup..
colandered into 57 pours pours of ceasless pixel
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freedom is not in the choice
it is the choosing
it cannot be used
for it is in the using
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the world is young and in love with itself
the world is old and bitterly envious of the young
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the world is young and in love with itself
the world is old and bitterly envious of the young
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not enough hours in the day to think in
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...not enough hours in the day to think in
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once the martyr to their art
now the art-er to their mart
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now that i am freer
to steer through the blear
from near to far
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now that i am freer
to steer through the blear
from near to far
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