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we are dinosaurs. me and my friends: are chalky ***** figures. spine-braced-- in a claymation display. you will never truly know us. we are: not living. we are: the insides of buildings. we are: a main exhibit watch: the stutter of movements. cold, lucid, lizards. every shroud thrown on only invokes the wrath of the architecht after all what is a body but a bag of bones wagered to break or tossed on turtle shells to predict great things.
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Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 2:23 AM UTC
Seeing Skeletons: the golden age of lizards
we are dinosaurs. me and my friends: are chalky ***** figures. spine-braced-- in a claymation display. you will never truly know us. we are: not living. we are: the insides of buildings. we are: a main exhibit watch: the stutter of movements. cold, lucid, lizards. every shroud thrown on only invokes the wrath of the architecht after all what is a body but a bag of bones wagered to break or tossed on turtle shells to predict great things.
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Sep 19, 2010 at 2:23 AM UTC
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