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i just want to sleep and drink my red wine with coca cola like a Basque, pretending to be eating a wiśnia rather than a czereśnia; and i'm tired i'm just tired, so tired i can't weep for the reasons i could make into ten commandments. what true dicta are there, in all honesty, other than the ones said but never thought? what but the unchallenged that keep challenging to a consistent cry of defeat easily quenched? all i apparently said was neither yes, nor no, but i said i, and that was enough for either yes or no to take the toll as vaguely wearisome of me, if anything at all.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
wiśnia v. czereśnia
i just want to sleep and drink my red wine with coca cola like a Basque, pretending to be eating a wiśnia rather than a czereśnia; and i'm tired i'm just tired, so tired i can't weep for the reasons i could make into ten commandments. what true dicta are there, in all honesty, other than the ones said but never thought? what but the unchallenged that keep challenging to a consistent cry of defeat easily quenched? all i apparently said was neither yes, nor no, but i said i, and that was enough for either yes or no to take the toll as vaguely wearisome of me, if anything at all.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC
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