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It only looks like we mean but looks are? and then I get stuck because what is a look and what does it mean? Art Deco does things to me, twentieth century? mention me to Clarice I can't come to terms with germs remember ' Monk?' sunk without a trace his final case was himself. "It's a jungle out there" Wednesday brings a ray of sun in the weak light we pray for Friday to come I hate 5am nothing stirs not me not the spoon in the tea nothing but it's not 5am for long that's what looks are I mean maybe.
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
Clutching at straws
It only looks like we mean but looks are? and then I get stuck because what is a look and what does it mean? Art Deco does things to me, twentieth century? mention me to Clarice I can't come to terms with germs remember ' Monk?' sunk without a trace his final case was himself. "It's a jungle out there" Wednesday brings a ray of sun in the weak light we pray for Friday to come I hate 5am nothing stirs not me not the spoon in the tea nothing but it's not 5am for long that's what looks are I mean maybe.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
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