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Aug 2015
Overview the planet, plant more
trees service stations noon at the
corner of cheek and tongue
the marble psychic of empty
lots and those killed and hazed
heavenly says my red belly piranha,
mouth full of
capitalism no im sorry full of
shh stop, drop, and roll
im sorry something like binary code

01010000 01101100 01100001 01101110 01100101 01110100 01100110 01110101 01101100 01101100 01101111 01100110 01100001 01110011 01110011 01101000 01101111 01101100 01100101 01110011

really, sorry, really like apple pie or
a hypodermic pumping botulism

00100000 00100000 or something.
Mote
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Mote  31/F/Michigan
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