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I guess It's just warped. It's all twisted around. Pristine genesis corrupted thoroughly before it's own conception, prenatal chains and subliminal reception. It's head is on backwards so it knows only then and now, now and then, like right now. Feet and feat move it forward with eyes and mouth eternally cast down. Sometimes It dreams it was free. Sometimes it remembers it's me.
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
The Dunt-da-dunt.
I guess It's just warped. It's all twisted around. Pristine genesis corrupted thoroughly before it's own conception, prenatal chains and subliminal reception. It's head is on backwards so it knows only then and now, now and then, like right now. Feet and feat move it forward with eyes and mouth eternally cast down. Sometimes It dreams it was free. Sometimes it remembers it's me.
terry-gartman
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Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
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