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the following is an ongoing project created by biofuck and Seek(0).
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:(Visions of a Monocellular Christ):
02/07:biofuck> ...that's the last thing anyone would like to hear; chrome mouthpieces silence dirty little thoughts, burnt out and charred, still reminiscing the faint smell of gasoline. that's when she walks in, looks down at your petrified body; and she laughs! "the bitch!@#", we'd all think. and then you look up, and wonder why you're so wrapped in plastic; because her body is perfect like rainbows. ...and then the kiss. your residue melts, your mind blossoms like a rose in decaying speed-film. jutting in and out, the lights diming and brightening. her voice sings better than yours, and this is ressurection. 00/00:Seek(0)> << back << | 008 | >> next >>