

Untitled IWhy does everything seem so defined? Purposeful?Untitled I
Perhaps it's the sheer complexity in this 'world', we call it. Under a guise.
"Let us give it meaning!" Senseless reason to meaning. Senseless reason.
Maybe no guise was required. Just our own little thoughts. Our own little world.
Perhaps that is true meaning. Our own.
Freedom at its best. and worst.
Anxiety and fear: a side-effect.
It hurts to think. What is here? Only that you can answer.
Nothing, you say?


1-7Its a matter of opinion A relative term Nameless, wanting, missing So appealing to the short sighted Im ever so alone.1-7
Thirteen minutes to fall
9517.28 miles It was worth waiting Those 780 seconds But one more Would have been such a waste
A relative term A matter of opinion
I didnt even need a calculator.
Convoluted, disjointed Syncopated in time To the rhythm of your heart beat And the war drums in my mind While the clock teeters on the thirteenth minute It seems to hesitate to  
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1-azabicyclo[2.2.2]Oct-3-yl α-hydroxy-α-phenylbenzeneacetate
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BZCONFABULATION
1-azabicyclo[2.2.2]Oct-3-yl α-hydroxy-α-phenylbenzeneacetate
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That's my official word of today.
That number has been passed through three people.
All of them are dead.
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BZCONFABULATION
1-azabicyclo[2.2.2]Oct-3-yl α-hydroxy-α-phenylbenzeneacetate
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