Kaela (disconodisco) wrote,
Kaela
disconodisco

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in the apartment of babble

The synapse of life crashed onto the rocks of moment and memory. Then was now and now was tomorrow. Our souls were re-sensitized with color and sound. Reality is to confusion, as confusion is to madness. We are existence and there are no gods before us. Chestnut Street was the complete film of unadulterated reality.

At least it seemed that way then..
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