this is such a weird moment.
such a strange accumulation of circumstances.
like a controversy of the mind waiting to happen.
like another paradigm let loose on itself.
self-destructive.
once. again.
stuffing throat with paint. like it will make for a more colorful death.
voiceless.
resilient to silence.
alive.
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