Down with the Sickness
Cleanse my senses of this sickness, the fog, this thickness, bogs my defenses rendering me defenseless. Senseless, I slip from far fringes forgetting my limits. My wit's end is within a whit which begins a tension. In this instant an incision in my vision rends vivid glimpses of independence dependent on remnants of sentiment made relevant by the relentless rendition evident in eloquent remembrance. I cringe at this wrenching, the system is crashing. In a flash the backlash from this attack has me flinching. Timidly shifting, my thoughts are all flinty. Which splinter these fractions into factions of fiction, afflicted sections of affection slip into submission erected by fission, and with the fusion of confusion and witness I dismiss this delusion depicted. A glimmer glances off chances to glisten while glinting with a hint of hope given which floats like a feather to tickle my center, bringing me back from the brink of insanity. Unsecured insecurity frantically claims the calamity of cranial cadavers craving purely the purity of mere energy......
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Cleanse my senses of this sickness, the fog, this thickness, bogs my defenses rendering me defenseless. Senseless, I slip from far fringes forgetting my limits. My wit's end is within a whit which begins a tension. In this instant an incision in my vision rends vivid glimpses of independence dependent on remnants of sentiment made relevant by the relentless rendition evident in eloquent remembrance. I cringe at this wrenching, the system is crashing. In a flash the backlash from this attack has me flinching. Timidly shifting, my thoughts are all flinty. Which splinter these fractions into factions of fiction, afflicted sections of affection slip into submission erected by fission, and with the fusion of confusion and witness I dismiss this delusion depicted. A glimmer glances off chances to glisten while glinting with a hint of hope given which floats like a feather to tickle my center, bringing me back from the brink of insanity. Unsecured insecurity frantically claims the calamity of cranial cadavers craving purely the purity of mere energy......
my kind of tap nice song