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Exploring what sits at the heart of the abstract acidic junkyard I've got. Hallucinating gases produce a wild story that starts off walking in search of a new wrinkle. *You think you're angry inside?* half-speed heart-murmur salvation knows how to have a micro-attack on a super duper level. you don't see skies or trees I am so used to the liquid electronic desert, the second the doors open I get higher when i get inside.
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Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 2:48 PM UTC
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Exploring what sits at the heart of the abstract acidic junkyard I've got. Hallucinating gases produce a wild story that starts off walking in search of a new wrinkle. *You think you're angry inside?* half-speed heart-murmur salvation knows how to have a micro-attack on a super duper level. you don't see skies or trees I am so used to the liquid electronic desert, the second the doors open I get higher when i get inside.
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Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 2:48 PM UTC
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