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2.

between Patrick Thompson and this one

 

The birds in my pocket are molting.

 

it's because they started smoking.

How revolting.

I'm convulsing.

-------

over and out it is---------(

A cactus moon over the endless fever dream).

 

What's to lose? You've got new shoes

RhythmRhYtHMit'sthere

 

I JUST WROTE IN MY HAIR!

**** MY LIFE AAA

(Doggy style.)

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May 20, 2012
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