thoughts lie
nothing makes sense
does it?
elongated facial expression
mimes "don't do it melissa"
solitary confinement
due to constrictive
postmodern predetermined
psychological malfunctions
sounds spectacular!
a neverending mind fuck
a boisterous
"look at me!"
her theatrical performance
guides him
through the evening
blocked heart wheels
grasping for awareness
rejected by
a strong disbelief in order
a beautiful anarchy
zero tolerance
she unscrambles
static zing
detox the portals
between mind and body
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