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I needed a new job so I got one. If only I were a master manipulator, I'd have a million catchphrases and a walking stick. At dawn my friend brought me a magic radio that made all of my worries go away. I tuned it just right and caught a station out of detroit. Twin foil balloons float in the backseat of my car, something worse than limbo. I dribbled a beautiful skull yesterday and jammed my finger - then I wanted to visit the scene of the plane crash to look for my mood ring, for the remains of the vestment he kept folded in his back pocket.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
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I needed a new job so I got one. If only I were a master manipulator, I'd have a million catchphrases and a walking stick. At dawn my friend brought me a magic radio that made all of my worries go away. I tuned it just right and caught a station out of detroit. Twin foil balloons float in the backseat of my car, something worse than limbo. I dribbled a beautiful skull yesterday and jammed my finger - then I wanted to visit the scene of the plane crash to look for my mood ring, for the remains of the vestment he kept folded in his back pocket.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
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