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All you've got is dead ends and some cilantro and maybe a few basil leaves and a book of stamps and your feet in the sand and the rain beaded in your hair. What is to be done with foggy film and sixteenth notes, how am I supposed to build a bridge alone? I can't even see the next pier, I don't know how you expect me to reach it. In testing new environments and procedures you grab the cast iron skillet and throw it at the wall to see what sticks. With sparkles and bells on I respond with a tremor like a California earthquake.
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
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All you've got is dead ends and some cilantro and maybe a few basil leaves and a book of stamps and your feet in the sand and the rain beaded in your hair. What is to be done with foggy film and sixteenth notes, how am I supposed to build a bridge alone? I can't even see the next pier, I don't know how you expect me to reach it. In testing new environments and procedures you grab the cast iron skillet and throw it at the wall to see what sticks. With sparkles and bells on I respond with a tremor like a California earthquake.
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
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