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not benjamin
get it right idiots
SUBURBS NO LONGER NEEDED THEIR ULTIMATE PRACTITIONER. I HAD BECOME A SELF SUSTAINING SYSTEM. MAN WAS CRUSHED UNDER A CAR CREATED TO CRUSH THE OTHER CARS. SAMSARA OF CUT STREET POLES AND CRUSHED CONCRETE. MCDONALDS WITHOUT WENDYS. NULL OUROBOROS. ALL THAT REMAINED WAS SUBURBAN SPRAWL WITHOUT REASON.
A MAGNUM OPUS. A COLD TOWER OF STEEL. A CITY BUILT TO END WALK-ABILITY IS ALWAYS A CITY BUILT TO CONTINUE CARS. YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL, OUTSTRETCHED LIKE PARKING LOTS TO HEAVEN. YOU WERE BEYOND YOUR CREATORS. YOU REACHED FOR CAR COMPANY'S, AND YOU FELL. NO CITY LEFT FOR PEOPLE TO LIVE IN. NO FINAL GOODBYES, NO CONCLUDING REASON FOR COLLAPSE. NO POINT. PERFECT CLOSURE.
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