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They talk of data, seeya later what do I need to know? The sisters of the holy cross gave me up, I said, it's your loss but in the end it was mine date stamp blue lamp data crime report caught on camera seeya later. I operate a first come first served, parole on application. In the olden days we all had accordions mouth organs flutes but these days we got data at a rate of knots spots before my eyes lie detectors truth inspectors digital toothbrushes for Christ's sake and they make dental impressions free form soft **** and false confessions I drown in the data stream **** in the powder keg dream and explode.
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
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They talk of data, seeya later what do I need to know? The sisters of the holy cross gave me up, I said, it's your loss but in the end it was mine date stamp blue lamp data crime report caught on camera seeya later. I operate a first come first served, parole on application. In the olden days we all had accordions mouth organs flutes but these days we got data at a rate of knots spots before my eyes lie detectors truth inspectors digital toothbrushes for Christ's sake and they make dental impressions free form soft **** and false confessions I drown in the data stream **** in the powder keg dream and explode.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC
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