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We fill our minds with distant lies and feign a cultured philosophy we judge the lives of distant tribes as we make our own taxonomy how blessed are we with time to spare to let our minds wander without a care
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Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 1:51 PM UTC
Regarding the Middle Aged Women in the Booth in Front of Me
We fill our minds with distant lies and feign a cultured philosophy we judge the lives of distant tribes as we make our own taxonomy how blessed are we with time to spare to let our minds wander without a care
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Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 1:51 PM UTC
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