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You think they'd just be lying about. Strewn away from society like the brave little toaster. But alas... They persist in existing in drawers and 'hind doors of cabinets aplenty. If only a watch would give a moment of time in my hand, I'd rip it to pieces and turn into feces watch pieces lying there dead. I wonder the winder has thought this thought through that watches have turned from metal.. To tiny parts made of plastic and trinkets and trinklings of junk on which they've settled.
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Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 6:06 PM UTC
Antique Watches
You think they'd just be lying about. Strewn away from society like the brave little toaster. But alas... They persist in existing in drawers and 'hind doors of cabinets aplenty. If only a watch would give a moment of time in my hand, I'd rip it to pieces and turn into feces watch pieces lying there dead. I wonder the winder has thought this thought through that watches have turned from metal.. To tiny parts made of plastic and trinkets and trinklings of junk on which they've settled.
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Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 6:06 PM UTC
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