

ImpulseThese neurons are firing in my brain, little flashes of electricity telling me who to be. I measure the voltage between my ears and discover that there is no potential. Science is a language I can understand. This is a conclusion to a hypothesis made long ago by people the collective conscious calls pessimists and cynics with scorn, and in true spirit of their calling cards we have only the facts.Impulse
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Incomplete completes our best intent
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gott ist tot
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In your world, the night is no threat
In my world, the darkness
Transforms to a vision of hell
Populated by fathomless and unbearable...
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