freedom

Author: airborne

ataraxis: _n._ a state free from stress of anxiety and stress, eg. he lives in the state of ataraxis, capital, his room

top up your water bottle

fill a taxi with confetti let's go, you and I, we'll never grow up we'll live in a bomb shelter somewhere stocked with paintball guns and a pool the longest one you've ever seen and we'll swim and never get wrinkled we'll never have to work from six to nine scream at the cars that drive by, take calls we'll leave the anonymous factions in trucks online with their guns and manifestos and their whooping leave the people who don't trust any anybody behind with their corrosive cheekbones and cyanide-lined lips we'll close the blast door and never open it for anyone again.

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