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Sep 2013
The.compass is always set to north... I scoff and continue along this lonesome road.. But in truth I am serene when unfettered by the machinery minds of the population... The conveyor belt of life is sliding towards a water  fall and I'm strapped in right to my self made canoe. Ill go over creating a gallant splash.
ljs
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ljs  underwater castle
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