And nothing changed except the future

But the future refused to change	Picture a cup, empty, in the middle of the sea.	She is that most perfect art	humanity is continuously going through unprecedented changes
We're sprouting wings, metamorphosing, speaking in tongues	You know my history in fragments and I know your life in sketches	She favors black bras	Age of Iron
I would like to step out of my heart and go walking beneath the enormous sky	I killed him today, he who does not exist	A vast and shadowy city	Yoshi's Cookie
Hepatitis B	run the gauntlet	Cirrhosis	submission
static	The sky is a machine for making gods	Remembrance on Anderson	False nostalgia
Center for Disease Control	Play the Game	Jaundice

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