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I see the bowl. I smell it. I eat the cookie. I taste it. Green raindrops are falling on my head. I laugh. I cover the carb. I inhale the smoke. These noises are smelly. These voices taste bad. Senses out of wack.
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Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 11:08 PM UTC
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I see the bowl. I smell it. I eat the cookie. I taste it. Green raindrops are falling on my head. I laugh. I cover the carb. I inhale the smoke. These noises are smelly. These voices taste bad. Senses out of wack.
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taylor-bowen
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 11:08 PM UTC
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