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humorously ludicrous. the lunar rock flickering & all that co$mic glitter pulsating almost saying I should return to the wretched place whence I came. phoning home. captivated the moon's only reflecting radiation from the sun & some of those ancients thought that ball of gaseous hell was god himself. I am now these clouds of heaven chemicals & other toxic emissions & I am in awe of all of this. there was an epic in the sky & unfortunately I am limitied by a lack of understanding of the technical jargon. the sad fact is to me real ideology is not possible & nothing but impractical knowledge. .... and I don't follow. I'm afraid I don't follow
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
Gasmask weather.
humorously ludicrous. the lunar rock flickering & all that co$mic glitter pulsating almost saying I should return to the wretched place whence I came. phoning home. captivated the moon's only reflecting radiation from the sun & some of those ancients thought that ball of gaseous hell was god himself. I am now these clouds of heaven chemicals & other toxic emissions & I am in awe of all of this. there was an epic in the sky & unfortunately I am limitied by a lack of understanding of the technical jargon. the sad fact is to me real ideology is not possible & nothing but impractical knowledge. .... and I don't follow. I'm afraid I don't follow
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Jul 3, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
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