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cruel morningsThe raccoons didn’t know the rules of the road / they too got shot down by the police / But I don’t even have anyone to kiss, I can’t even pretend I’m touching you
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Jun 5, 2011
don't be selfish, you're not the only lonely person here.You project images of innocent animals / and make them smell better than they should. / Like an acoustic song in minor key
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May 14, 2011
genius.my fingers smell like Camels eternally / because we all take life very seriously / and my appetite just died
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May 14, 2011
ouchi’m an experiement / a looking glass dummy / an embalmed corpse
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Jun 18, 2011
parataxic distortionenglish assignemnts / late into the early morning / have me wondering what cancer is spelled backwards
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Apr 4, 2011
safari can't open the file because it hasn't finished downloadingwhen I speak / *like / this*
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Apr 14, 2011
strung out/serotonin hangoverthe sun's out so let's / forget what / brought us here
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May 14, 2011
verbI hate the distortion of what we are / right now / I hate not knowing who we are and
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Jun 5, 2011
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