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Jun 2011
I’m going to die.
I’m going to wake up tomorrow.
I’m going to die, and I’m going to wake up tomorrow and I’m going to die.
Tomorrow I’m going to wake up and I’m going to die.
And when I wake up tomorrow, I’m going to die, but I’m going to wake up.
And when I wake up, I’m going to die.
Tomorrow I’m going to wake up, and die.
But I’m going to wake up to die tomorrow and tomorrow I’m going to die.
So, tomorrow, when I wake up, I will die.
But I’m going to die.
And I’m going to wake up tomorrow.

(While I was writing this I flushed a Black Widdow down the toilet)
MMXI
Sansara Justinovich
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Sansara Justinovich
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   Heather Butler
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