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And what about the days that don't come, or the Hours not spent buying flowers from Edeka? Where do they go? Do they join Walter in some daydreaming intermittent reality? Is the Time evaporated by Entrepreneurs burning our candles at both ends to turn steam driven carbines for our adiabatic work cycles underneath Caves of Steel? Is it enough to live part of someone else's dream because we know that our's Comes this way Wicked? Actuators, cogs, brain bit, and organoids all on Chips or ships setting sail into rosy fingered robots of dawn. Ahoy mateys! We set sail for a Manifest Destiny without O Captain, My Captain; though the civil struggle continues dressed up in some ******* suit.
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
The Hours in an Left Handed way
And what about the days that don't come, or the Hours not spent buying flowers from Edeka? Where do they go? Do they join Walter in some daydreaming intermittent reality? Is the Time evaporated by Entrepreneurs burning our candles at both ends to turn steam driven carbines for our adiabatic work cycles underneath Caves of Steel? Is it enough to live part of someone else's dream because we know that our's Comes this way Wicked? Actuators, cogs, brain bit, and organoids all on Chips or ships setting sail into rosy fingered robots of dawn. Ahoy mateys! We set sail for a Manifest Destiny without O Captain, My Captain; though the civil struggle continues dressed up in some ******* suit.
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Baltimore
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
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