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half living...half dead (something like that) touching both sides weighing them well up and against eachother as LOVE-ITSELF i really have nothing to say i try to convey some wisdom, that 's all we are really not quite simply as narscistic as we pretend to be so hidden (usually by false exageration of filial or "attractive" love) a hidding place offering false security these are but opiates and are the same as all the other ones we talk about oh well heading into the "final inning" who shall win? WE DON'T YET KNOW THE NAME OF THE GAME
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 6:21 PM UTC
elegy in an alley dumpster
half living...half dead (something like that) touching both sides weighing them well up and against eachother as LOVE-ITSELF i really have nothing to say i try to convey some wisdom, that 's all we are really not quite simply as narscistic as we pretend to be so hidden (usually by false exageration of filial or "attractive" love) a hidding place offering false security these are but opiates and are the same as all the other ones we talk about oh well heading into the "final inning" who shall win? WE DON'T YET KNOW THE NAME OF THE GAME
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 6:21 PM UTC
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