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Jan 2015
was
ask now my father if it still believes the present to be the future of a past life.  

ask then if it unscrewed one day each inessential light bulb that my party would have balloons.  

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violence in movies.  also, food.  my mistake.  I glue myself

to nothing.  my shyness

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is kind of
my angel.  

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the body invents the soul it recalls.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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