typical Frontiersman eluded from reality. Specktakled via the train system, sucked into, absorbed throughout the system.
Uncanny resemblance.
Hugely resistive.
Byproducts of an abnormality of the reality of a doubt.
Where to are we going ? In this fucked up light of lack-lustre darkness, overshadowed by pickles of concentration.
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