jun 23, 2016

If a man pursues his dream he may lose it all in skyblue bliss bubble, but still better than listless grey poupon soup! Floating away from food tickets on the silicon waves and rising tides, losing touch with those that feel the most. How much of himself can he sell before his mother doesn’t recognize what was once flesh and blood. The modern man, decrepit with a slight corn syrup belly bulge, and a quick awkward look down to a lighted array of color points, assuming and assuring himself his actions matter in the least… tap tap tap

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