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Suspicions and mistrust run high so we hold ourselves tight dread locked and buy deadlocks for the doors and deadlocks for the deadlocks in case anyone tries to steal those too then circle the whole thing with a moat and from inside we burn the bridges. We watch our backs our fronts, our wallets our mothers, but oh mother, especially our wallets because that is how we speak now. We speak not with words but with money and self expression is a valuable thing and it’s a crime to keep quiet. At two in the morning the police come to knock on your door to chide you and remind you that a number value is very relatable. You want to be related to, don’t you? They go on to tell you just how valuable it is and was (before inflation) because we’ve been tracking it with google statistics. You’ll find all the details in the police report.
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
I couldn’t write a crime novel to save my life
Suspicions and mistrust run high so we hold ourselves tight dread locked and buy deadlocks for the doors and deadlocks for the deadlocks in case anyone tries to steal those too then circle the whole thing with a moat and from inside we burn the bridges. We watch our backs our fronts, our wallets our mothers, but oh mother, especially our wallets because that is how we speak now. We speak not with words but with money and self expression is a valuable thing and it’s a crime to keep quiet. At two in the morning the police come to knock on your door to chide you and remind you that a number value is very relatable. You want to be related to, don’t you? They go on to tell you just how valuable it is and was (before inflation) because we’ve been tracking it with google statistics. You’ll find all the details in the police report.
mewseechi
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 11:53 PM UTC
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