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Pavement where an egg shell should not be that perfect shape fractured with spider leg cracks across the surface of its world how did they get there? those Nazca Lines? And the amount of discarded shoes seems to be multiplying each day, the busted boot on the traffic island its been there for weeks a plimsoul childs shoe strangely, they're all left footed is there significance in this? I look for patterns in everyday things, TV Schedules wallpaper colouring books Sudoku squares floor tiles Tube maps football scores I keep looking for clues like a retired detective who just can't let go
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Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 4:32 PM UTC
retired detective
Pavement where an egg shell should not be that perfect shape fractured with spider leg cracks across the surface of its world how did they get there? those Nazca Lines? And the amount of discarded shoes seems to be multiplying each day, the busted boot on the traffic island its been there for weeks a plimsoul childs shoe strangely, they're all left footed is there significance in this? I look for patterns in everyday things, TV Schedules wallpaper colouring books Sudoku squares floor tiles Tube maps football scores I keep looking for clues like a retired detective who just can't let go
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Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 4:32 PM UTC
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