Primed Trier

[confliction]

The obstacle of it.

Fraught with risk.

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The lurching gasps of sudden euphoria momentarily seized upon by the endless reflective self struggling to maintain the visage of the living.

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Caffeine fuelled sputum moistens parched muscle-bound-lipids.

Spittle a little.

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Surely 10 to the dozen is a slower beat?

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That feel when you know you're dying, but can't quite put a finger on it.

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Hope is a lottery.

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Are these the voyages of the star shit being?

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Time to observe the time.

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A jaunty jaunt that ends in jaundice.

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Justify must. Stale.