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my greasy fingers slip on the shiny keyboard
I hammer out my own academic epitaph
all the while grinning ear to snout as
my ears grow damp and my eyes dim light cascades around my hands around the world new friends sit down
by the river of my consciousness a mere stream cannot hold it
in the mean
time like the no other man i
feel paranoid my boss lurks around the
corner store all my memories somewhere else a distant server protocol for sharing my feelings filed
away on the wings of ptarmagian
elementary my dear i just do not give a damn you are not my
type away
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very visual, a unique style and structure for the piece as well. felt a bit off first time through but once you get into the piece the style really works to the stories advantage.
great imagery and a nice ending.
well done.
