atrophy and balloons. billionaires and distant stars... like... a majesty, just waiting for a face. like a hubris satellite disintegrating in slow motion... like your skin in too much sun. like your mother with her ticks and her gun. apathy inside the Ferris wheel. neon evenings... balmy air... fuck, kids... what happened to us? where the fuck did we go wrong? salted breezes. masters of intoxication, sleighed to my last decade. pathologies unraveled. likened to the century's mark... it just makes most sense to simply let go.Birth sign: Cancer
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