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Inktober #20 - Atmosphere 2239

The truth, the ruse, the ruthless, I muse...

I am cruising... not losing no sleep but I am using confusion to soothe me overly...
I feel bloated like a sheep, machines are mowing me, trees they keep on growing but us nomads know no need...
To be steady and complacent, facing the wall, the game we are playing it chases us all,
Don't be mistaken I've taken my calls, but not responded, though I remember them fondly...

I am cruising, breaking and bruising...
Cruising, it's violent and gruesome...
I'm cruising, excuse me, I'm cruising, I lose sleep...

*without music, ten layers and lucid*

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