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Icarus Burning

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Icarus Burning; Untitled 1. They're singing their songs of carthage, and it reminds me of you. The rich parade in their death chamber chic; peaked caps and jack boots and emaciated ribs and typhoid, they lead the poor to ovens of their own. The poor will feed the hounds while the masters starve themselves. He pulled a horse carcass over a rusting bicycle and said he was inventing a rape machine, he said he was a doctor because he wore a long white coat. Icarus Burning; Eulogy for a Wasted Life.

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Icarus Burning

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Icarus Burning; Untitled 4. Ill tear the furniture from its hinges now i managed the contrail like millions beforehand and never annihilated myself now i seem in a place i never really left with situations i never closed and does that mean i am still not alive? Icarus Burning; Eulogy for a Wasted Life. Icarus Burning; Future, or Conversations with She. Icarus Burning; Singularity Romanticism. Icarus Burning; Phoenix Despondent.

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Icarus Burning

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Icarus Burning; Untitled 6. Icarus carved a bloody contrail in the. Icarus Burning; Eulogy for a Wasted Life. Icarus Burning; Future, or Conversations with She. Icarus Burning; Singularity Romanticism. Icarus Burning; Phoenix Despondent.

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Icarus Burning

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Icarus Burning; Singularity Romanticism. There will be no refuge in your negative space. There will be no horizon, there will be no escape. You will be my unreachable escape velocity, where I freeze in time for getting too close. You collapsed my heart to a single point. I cannot see you any more. There is no refuge in your negative space. There shall be no release in your oblivion. You shall be my nihilation. Icarus Burning; Eulogy for a Wasted Life. Icarus Burning; Future, or Conversations with She.

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Icarus Burning

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Icarus Burning; Untitled 2. Dressed in Death Camp chic, it's time to kill the hostages. Calculating the rising cost of ennui. If life is merely the sum total of your memory at that point, what does five minutes and a vague sense of regret entail? The combination of advanced intellect and the fact that it's almost physically impossible to be comfortable sitting in any position for any great length of time is proof enough against intelligent design. It looks to be a stunning evening.

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Icarus Burning

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Icarus Burning; Untitled 5. I bled a lot last night. A lot last night. And now i am. UnfOrtUnAtEly thIs mAkEs mE lUgUbrIOUS. A lot last night *bled. So much red blood my hands turned black:. I bled so much my veins were like glass. My hands were so black. Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii bled a lot last night. Icarus Burning; Eulogy for a Wasted Life. Icarus Burning; Future, or Conversations with She. Icarus Burning; Singularity Romanticism. Icarus Burning; Phoenix Despondent.

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Icarus Burning

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Icarus Burning; Untitled 10. Right; a new day, a new beginning, a new pain in the throat. Oblique obfuscation as a return to normalcy. To have transgressed; me? I shall be my own corona. To give thought to the unknown. To give convergence to the alone. New music and new habit. Midnight existentialism revealing new priorities. I will chase you beyond the horizon. Early is as early does, a smarter bird does well. A realisation that maturity is the process of diminishing hope. World turns, season change.

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Icarus Burning

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Icarus Burning; Future, or Conversations with She. I want to be able to die forever She said, as She pirouetted and tried to catch a flake of ash on the tip of her tongue. It was raining ash; I knew that to be my fault, as it had been raining as ever since I had re-entered the sky and found myself in Her city. Icarus, She said, Tell me what it's like to die from a self-inflicted gunshot wound? It's only ever happened to me twice before. I'm hardly an expert on the matter. What was it like before? She loo...

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Icarus Burning

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Icarus Burning; Untitled 12. Our lives are created and maintained by machines who's moving parts are the mathematical representations of our failed ambitions. You signed your work when you left; your name as a perfect scar left on my heart. She left behind her the unmistakable scent of nuclear fuel and the after-image of a setting nova. And I will leave my dance card open so we can watch the apocalypse together in style. A knife, distaste, and the look on your face. Icarus Burning; Singularity Romanticism.