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Paint me. Leave your somber wooden floor. Move to the chaos. Paint me. Meet the trees, erected in the concrete. Go mad, grow stupid. Compare. Compare. Compare. Hide from the outdoors. Compare. Paint the trash. Slick blacks and browns. Rats, tweakers, and mud. Become. Compare. Paint me.
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