cra)…)…)=simulacra(simulacra(simulacra(simula
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I was am being will be have been would be am God.

cra)…)…)=simulacra(simulacra(simulacra(simula
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I was am being will be have been would be am God.
I think I’m going back to school
Cause I’m tired of being a fool
And I’m tired of playing it cool
I think I’m going back to school
I never understood the weather man
I never understood the moon
Why don’t you pour me out a glass of wine
Why don’t you pour me out
In the days before America
In the days before priests
In the days before Rolling Stones
In the days before speech
Everybody hates the President
Everybody loves the Queen
Break the planes and close the planet down
Why don’t you break with me
I think I’m going out of style
I think I’ve known it for a while
I think I’ve known it with a smile
I think I’m going home
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File under “best song ever.”
§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)