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Beep-beeeeeeeep-beep. User fatality.
72 ounces. I feel like I can do anything. A distant voice nags me from a reflective universe; warning me and encouraging me toward my worst fears/greatest desires. Passing through crossroads with the struggle of a thousand revolutionists. I have far too much unexposed film. The red to my green calls me from a placid plain; the route she points to is illuminated with chimerical monstrosities. I broke a bottle on a wall and weilded it aganist my own ambition. My sighs are beginning to echo...
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