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He continues the journey without you, just being he finds no use in being. I'm sure Nietzsche could teach me to progress, but Freud has a line on me, a lien for me to see him. They tell me business is booming in a backroom in Bermondsey I go South and then I am sure that the rich do get richer and the poor just so. Mean streets make erstwhile friends and where ends become commonplace chalked outlines a tear filled face friends are all that we need. And of course mad Rasputin was the one who put the boot in, but then we always knew that he would. bring back biology *** in the dormitories frogs to dissect and learn all about babies. ( those four lines come courtesy of a secondary modern in a Victorian building with delusions of grandeur)
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Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
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He continues the journey without you, just being he finds no use in being. I'm sure Nietzsche could teach me to progress, but Freud has a line on me, a lien for me to see him. They tell me business is booming in a backroom in Bermondsey I go South and then I am sure that the rich do get richer and the poor just so. Mean streets make erstwhile friends and where ends become commonplace chalked outlines a tear filled face friends are all that we need. And of course mad Rasputin was the one who put the boot in, but then we always knew that he would. bring back biology *** in the dormitories frogs to dissect and learn all about babies. ( those four lines come courtesy of a secondary modern in a Victorian building with delusions of grandeur)
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Apr 5, 2017 at 3:54 PM UTC
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