

Braindead.My conscious manifestations. Do I exist or does my mind exist? Sour cerebrospinal fluids draining, foaming, rippling, nearly overflowing. Thought, perception, memory, emotion, will and imagination, All ways to kill my excuse for some bright red indulgence. My neurotransmitters amplify my green chemicals. What if I have broken my synaptic vesicles. Without sentience I deserve no sentence! My actions are recoils from simple stimulus! Dont judge, jury! I cant choose I just do! My brain is all but chemicals through and through!Braindead.
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raphael does photography, too!
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Be like water my friend.
Oh for god's sake, he's got an arm off!
Your memory we'll carry on.
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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
Now you can buy my book here!--------->>> [link]
Jen
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It's that terrifying place where loneliness itself will make her forget how to smile...
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It's that terrifying place where loneliness itself will make her forget how to smile...
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