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While away, out, among, smokey, diluted, intox...

Fantastic flow, how it goes, when you are by yourself in a full room. I'm hungry for you to take me away by the sweep of your face, so we can finally taste this.

half face recreation makes you sigh for a silent frequency. I can remember a day when I couldn't get enough of your revelry, of your educated adultery. What did I do wrong...

Faberge Humpty Dumpty: If I had a flashlight I would look into you and find those broken pieces that no one wants glue to, but you forgot that trance that keeps things, that makes it whole; the thing that lets us stare up naked, up when the world sleeps, up when everyone is looking down;
that it's not the glue that keeps us, but the pieces, spread wide and apart.

Omar: We seem as Faberge eggs, but as people we aren't that way. we aren't pristine things to look at as beautiful. we are as we are: pretty, ugly, solitary, anything but pristine! We are tainted. Tainted as such! We should see each other as such. Are we an experiment on this earthy? Maybe. But whatever it is, our lives will continue regardless. I hurt, but so does everyone, it seems as were the blind leading the blind when asked about death. Love, life, death, it all ends the same, but booze and laughter make it all worth while.