life, don't talk to me about life
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who is real. thousands of aged once humans crowding around their bright expensive spectacle. they only know what they have known for years and never experience a single day past their mummification. a town frozen in sunlight and breeze from the gulf of mexico. mulling about under the bright glare of the morning eye, seeing nothing. a wrinkled hand holds a remote control to the paper in his pockets, builds his empire of wasted time, only to die with walls of green that cannot protect his decaying body.
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who is real. thousands of aged once humans crowding around their bright expensive spectacle. they only know what they have known for years and never experience a single day past their mummification. a town frozen in sunlight and breeze from the gulf of mexico. mulling about under the bright glare of the morning eye, seeing nothing. a wrinkled hand holds a remote control to the paper in his pockets, builds his empire of wasted time, only to die with walls of green that cannot protect his decaying body.