Telepathy and It's Just Like A Movie

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By Tim Pozzi

capsizing and implying: the sky is falling and we're still fighting over how and when we'll se ver ties. but, instead you feed me the lies of a punctuated princess, feasting on the particular black that you've buried me in, but i wouldn't condescend to your fuzzyfuzzyfuzzyfuzzyfuzzyfuzzyfuzzyfuzzyfuzzyfuzzyfuzzyfuzzy frame of reference.

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