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"modern art is precious"                                               ...it's abstract. I heard you say and laughed at that sit back and sat with the grieving. it's easier to read it, I can't speak it. been a gloomy pirate singing, border-line screaming. changing habits? still repeating. hatch-back stare these feelings are fleeting. still don't care I've lost myself eating: finding secrets but refuse to share. I'm a hound dog daddy, still speaking with rhymes I thought I gave up order, but found lost in the deep between. I'm half flamed bread, I'm charcoal. I'm burnt and I'm fried. I've given up my obstructions and gone straight for falling behind.
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Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 5:29 PM UTC
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"modern art is precious"                                               ...it's abstract. I heard you say and laughed at that sit back and sat with the grieving. it's easier to read it, I can't speak it. been a gloomy pirate singing, border-line screaming. changing habits? still repeating. hatch-back stare these feelings are fleeting. still don't care I've lost myself eating: finding secrets but refuse to share. I'm a hound dog daddy, still speaking with rhymes I thought I gave up order, but found lost in the deep between. I'm half flamed bread, I'm charcoal. I'm burnt and I'm fried. I've given up my obstructions and gone straight for falling behind.
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Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 5:29 PM UTC
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