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[sid] => 186925
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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Maturation Observation
[time] => 2020-04-12 21:33:03
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[bodytext] => Humanity/'/s proximity -- somewhere deep down in a ditch -- a ferris wheel, a ghostly chill; it/'/s coming back a round. In this parallel dimension -- we do not supersede: put down your crown, come face defeat the universe is king.
Intelligence is but a fallacy: in the lesser hands of man, the satellites are now aligned -- coordinates exposed.
The mind/'/s eye - is a treasure map, for all who dare to see: the sacred muse -- a priceless truth, is being held for ransom.
Be it apathy or sympathy, to neither can i confess: But i will concede, that i do bleed, as profusely as the rest.
Since time has dawned we/'/ve all been pawned or lulled into to submission:The maturation -- observation, survival of the fittest.
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The Maturation Observation
Humanity/'/s proximity -- somewhere deep down in a ditch -- a ferris wheel, a ghostly chill; it/'/s coming back a round. In this parallel dimension -- we do not supersede: put down your crown, come face defeat the universe is king.
Intelligence is but a fallacy: in the lesser hands of man, the satellites are now aligned -- coordinates exposed.
The mind/'/s eye - is a treasure map, for all who dare to see: the sacred muse -- a priceless truth, is being held for ransom.
Be it apathy or sympathy, to neither can i confess: But i will concede, that i do bleed, as profusely as the rest.
Since time has dawned we/'/ve all been pawned or lulled into to submission:The maturation -- observation, survival of the fittest.
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