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There's this ********** incoherence... and obsessive cut and paste of mind. Whatever pasture made its green bed, has serial murdered... painted...with head and heels, a lifetime of tumbling. Bipedal...the fallacy of bragging rights since birth. There's too much to engender without choice, involuntary antipodes of mind...variations on madness pawn their humours at storm-crossed gates. Strewn...the scrap metal of such limbs.
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
Terra Incognita
There's this ********** incoherence... and obsessive cut and paste of mind. Whatever pasture made its green bed, has serial murdered... painted...with head and heels, a lifetime of tumbling. Bipedal...the fallacy of bragging rights since birth. There's too much to engender without choice, involuntary antipodes of mind...variations on madness pawn their humours at storm-crossed gates. Strewn...the scrap metal of such limbs.
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
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