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tell me do you like the machine? you spend mondays in the sun? where do you belong? whom do you conform? ...did we reach the sun? ...where are we from? who are you to speak that the wires would be weak that the system works anyway? the machine produces anything want to see what's underneath it? deepest creatures you won't believe it... no truth to be told. no truth to be told. let's close the deal. some weeks off, a free meal. you don't know what to do anyway. but as on sundays, lying in your chair, fishing in the blue sea still not knowing, (anything) how deep it really is but left as you catched a fish.
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
Tiding waves (machinist's monday)
tell me do you like the machine? you spend mondays in the sun? where do you belong? whom do you conform? ...did we reach the sun? ...where are we from? who are you to speak that the wires would be weak that the system works anyway? the machine produces anything want to see what's underneath it? deepest creatures you won't believe it... no truth to be told. no truth to be told. let's close the deal. some weeks off, a free meal. you don't know what to do anyway. but as on sundays, lying in your chair, fishing in the blue sea still not knowing, (anything) how deep it really is but left as you catched a fish.
Ruemliblader
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Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
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