In Meteorite mode
insane night is coming out towards me.
Never forget the Toxic Masks
at Mussel images.
Find the Bar-code of Independence
along the life walking address.
Humble social formality coming from
appealing smile of the keyboard
is nothing but intoxicating Hemlock.
Amazed processor gradually becomes slower,
a quake dramatizes over brown fingers.
No landing parachute in the orbit leads
towards the silently silent fall of possibility.
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