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Live under these lights tour de force-- an atomic roar had you at: I. I of scrimmaging ghosts, the obsessive vouchsafe of the material world. Coasting torn landscapes, places of wedge and sleep...with a flood of eyes open. Upstanding I, ****** in memorabilia-- with thought's filament flickering... what's seen is heavied as to be believed. (((I))) has repeated on itself to populate our marvel...we're everywhere.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
I of Scrimmaging
Live under these lights tour de force-- an atomic roar had you at: I. I of scrimmaging ghosts, the obsessive vouchsafe of the material world. Coasting torn landscapes, places of wedge and sleep...with a flood of eyes open. Upstanding I, ****** in memorabilia-- with thought's filament flickering... what's seen is heavied as to be believed. (((I))) has repeated on itself to populate our marvel...we're everywhere.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
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