Filth, in this case, is understood as the horrific rot attributed to unvarnished thought.
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When I see more of her fucking herself properly, then Iβll care.
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The ceiling appeared porous. Instead of cement, its material was light, diaphanous. In fact, if I extended a forefinger, I could part it like a curtain.
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Solitary confinement that is unassuming and self-chosen.
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I hereby swear to complete your vision above all other things. There is nothing else to me but this legacy.
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Trust me, itβs not euphoria and bliss pulsing in and out of my body. Itβs most often a melting anger alongside cackling surges of fear.
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Positive air pressure inside narrow hall. A glassed-in cubicle in an otherwise bare room. A steel post-mortem tableβ¦
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βThis place,β she murmurs, βreduces consciousness to a closet.β
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Just footage of other footage, nothing being captured but the capturing
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And you can rest assured that they fear meβthese weak, pathetic pieces of unneighborly shit who secretly thirst for my disciplinary fist to dominate their submissive assholes.
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Things happened whilst away in dark. Donβt know what. But she had changed. Looked older. More lines. More sighs. Something hidden tucked inside, like letter written but never posted.
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I am filled with | All the suprise and pain of being
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Vague manifestos cascaded through networks of correctional facilities reaching the troops on the ground. Neighbourhoods formed loose associations and stormed the studio.
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Youβre lying down and youβre nothing. You are the links and the holes between and thatβs all there is.
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As she became a player on the world stage, and in conflict theaters across the sphere, she started becoming unmoored.
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Alien Sight: Natural Born Abomination Conceived from Virgin Womb.
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I want to cum for you, trauma. That touch is haptic and illusory like a demon. Sliding in.
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Labyrinths are made from abyssal tools. Your movement hidden behind a screen
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Could the space dog, after exiting and re-entering the Earth's atmosphere, still be bothered to play catch with you?
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Somewhere monotone insomnia was lulling adverts to sleep.
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