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The man
Affectless dreams, of love,, intwine with sonder as the man walks down the road, attired to the correct shell of this capitalist code, he wonders,, far and wide but in his own concentration with an elated sense of feelig and emotion. But no old sport,, this man is not happy. The art coursing through his veins is that of beauty and sorrow yet he is smiling. For there is an inate pleasure, about this state. The power of it is intoxicating as he is torn between the shadowy depths of his last breath and flourishing for all of life on this world to see! His both pill state tears him internally. For everything that this man despises due to a cruel dark world created from his own perception, it has given him what he loves dearly. Wether it be hate for the actions of one's humaity or the excitement involved in the girl in his locket. The raw uncut feeling that spreads through the vehicle that is the man.. Everything from consideration, to the irrational he battles it all. But with fruitless efforts, for only he is a man, a human, and all emotion is stunning. So he starts shouting, running, throwing off his noose of false asperation and contempt of this world that is so bent, sinister and euphoric. As he runs, he confides in logic only to find that he is still running. The man that learnt, emotion is stunning...
