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Aug 2016
by the time the robots believe in god, some of us want to be here. Misty keeps ripping her clothes off to make us think she’s cutting herself. I am not in love with her.



my son
his stomach
is a nightmare



Misty says making it hard is like pulling ticks from an owl. Misty says it is up to us to find the woman carrying the statue of her frozen brother.



a. act like a baby, not an indian
b. eat the way eating was born
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
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