the shadows are everywhere, but it’s okay. I can ride this midnight highway. i’ve seen things that would turn your stomach. Beyond the end of the horizon. I might be an enemy of the state or i might just be confused. At the end of the raindow there is nothing but pixie shit. Look to the skis. If you skip breakfast you can get a jump on the day. I wasn’t cut from that cloth though, too busy spinning in unconscious cataclysm.

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