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The fragments of the sumptuous thirty-plus have been dispersed about me These shards, not merely placed here accidentally, rather having found their way through the hands of one who would have them for a night then repudiate them. That’s how it would seem to the hordes of eyes who’s business goes unattended for that sole reason. Now it is my duty to live with a title others who bear the plague of an unburdened dangling protuberance as a prerogative of the captivatingly covetable. Through those very eyes they exert themselves to live vicariously through your eyes. How foolish are the feeble minded. to so easily set out on a self cataclysmic odyssey. When viewed from the eyes of the sumptuous thirty-plus the perspective have been effectively skewed. The acclaim you were once engrossed in has altered. Transmutation has taken effect. Soon the communal cogitation of the multitudes will subsume the feeble minded Thus creating only one possibly point of terminus: solitary confinement.
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Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:03 AM UTC
Apology
The fragments of the sumptuous thirty-plus have been dispersed about me These shards, not merely placed here accidentally, rather having found their way through the hands of one who would have them for a night then repudiate them. That’s how it would seem to the hordes of eyes who’s business goes unattended for that sole reason. Now it is my duty to live with a title others who bear the plague of an unburdened dangling protuberance as a prerogative of the captivatingly covetable. Through those very eyes they exert themselves to live vicariously through your eyes. How foolish are the feeble minded. to so easily set out on a self cataclysmic odyssey. When viewed from the eyes of the sumptuous thirty-plus the perspective have been effectively skewed. The acclaim you were once engrossed in has altered. Transmutation has taken effect. Soon the communal cogitation of the multitudes will subsume the feeble minded Thus creating only one possibly point of terminus: solitary confinement.
justin-ball
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Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:03 AM UTC
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