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It's not an issue of ordinary old head-bashed-off-the-dash hookery. It's something more. Not like the something before. It can be answered lysergically, I swear it, I've seen it and I've been one with two and every other number so I swear I must've been it. It was so cold, the learning. Colder than the yearning. Knowing nothing's what it seems yet it is everything at once. And I cannot be contradicted because my evidence is infinite. If you'd just take the time to sit and spit silence for a split second, you'd know. Part of listening is thinking of a response. And you might not stand on corners like the forlorn father mourners but you too are just a ***** for lonely men.
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
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It's not an issue of ordinary old head-bashed-off-the-dash hookery. It's something more. Not like the something before. It can be answered lysergically, I swear it, I've seen it and I've been one with two and every other number so I swear I must've been it. It was so cold, the learning. Colder than the yearning. Knowing nothing's what it seems yet it is everything at once. And I cannot be contradicted because my evidence is infinite. If you'd just take the time to sit and spit silence for a split second, you'd know. Part of listening is thinking of a response. And you might not stand on corners like the forlorn father mourners but you too are just a ***** for lonely men.
lliam-bro
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
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