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Diagonal insertion of myself into this room we call the present moment its never gonna go to collections baby, obviously checked it in for a week we found static in the interruption caused by your radio towers and traps and what you say, is not true- i see whose driving the hearse, shotgun appeal to the old me. satisfy my hungering for those other things please and tho i told you not to bother to call her, you did and just to say you did don't blame you because you are a good time, perforated into tiny fragments its not legal but this pedestal fits me like a glove, too much for the initiation but our doubts, are all left in yesterday. how i follow you home after ever show come help me hack off the vines and roots after every night of this spilling myself skips on the record, please don't forget me, i won't forget you, how could i youre just a missed cherry ash falling on my leg, burning me holes through saying what you want to say, sorry that i don't reply, see me in the morning shuddering on my favorite words, while screaming death to the secretion ! first we go spinning out then go smashing painted stained glass !
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Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 8:23 AM UTC
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Diagonal insertion of myself into this room we call the present moment its never gonna go to collections baby, obviously checked it in for a week we found static in the interruption caused by your radio towers and traps and what you say, is not true- i see whose driving the hearse, shotgun appeal to the old me. satisfy my hungering for those other things please and tho i told you not to bother to call her, you did and just to say you did don't blame you because you are a good time, perforated into tiny fragments its not legal but this pedestal fits me like a glove, too much for the initiation but our doubts, are all left in yesterday. how i follow you home after ever show come help me hack off the vines and roots after every night of this spilling myself skips on the record, please don't forget me, i won't forget you, how could i youre just a missed cherry ash falling on my leg, burning me holes through saying what you want to say, sorry that i don't reply, see me in the morning shuddering on my favorite words, while screaming death to the secretion ! first we go spinning out then go smashing painted stained glass !
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Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 8:23 AM UTC
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