Deja-vu of soul-delay.
Deja.
Vu.
William - and William - I hear you. (Read. See? Mentally translate. And it all breaks down into pixel and lightwave and scillia vibration and cultural reverb, oh shoot me in the head with cyberpunk lit crit already.) My, people come and go so quickly here... I tried to fall asleep in a field of poppies last night and I got for it long wandering dreams and four hours. Wide awake! wide awake. People are drifting back into my life with all the slow floating grace of teenaged streetracers on meth.
.
(Must be summer. Hush. worms.)
Deja.
Vu.
William - and William - I hear you. (Read. See? Mentally translate. And it all breaks down into pixel and lightwave and scillia vibration and cultural reverb, oh shoot me in the head with cyberpunk lit crit already.) My, people come and go so quickly here... I tried to fall asleep in a field of poppies last night and I got for it long wandering dreams and four hours. Wide awake! wide awake. People are drifting back into my life with all the slow floating grace of teenaged streetracers on meth.
.
(Must be summer. Hush. worms.)
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