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n  u  m  b. . . My                                       w   a   l   l   s                                 a                  l                                 l     cage     l                                 l                   a                                 s   l    l   a   w                                                                                                                                                                                 solitary                                                                                             obdurate  C                                                                                                           S       Y                                                                                                        E     C                                                                                                            L circadian, inexorable. Crimson orbs see every- thing. Flaccid thoughts lay helpless                                                                      on my bed.                                                                                                                                  The lovely                                                                                                                                  lull                                                                                                                                  of blinking f fl fli flic flick flicke flicker                                                             f  l  i  c  k  e  r  s       f  o  r  e  v  e  r.
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Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 11:02 AM UTC
insomnia
n  u  m  b. . . My                                       w   a   l   l   s                                 a                  l                                 l     cage     l                                 l                   a                                 s   l    l   a   w                                                                                                                                                                                 solitary                                                                                             obdurate  C                                                                                                           S       Y                                                                                                        E     C                                                                                                            L circadian, inexorable. Crimson orbs see every- thing. Flaccid thoughts lay helpless                                                                      on my bed.                                                                                                                                  The lovely                                                                                                                                  lull                                                                                                                                  of blinking f fl fli flic flick flicke flicker                                                             f  l  i  c  k  e  r  s       f  o  r  e  v  e  r.
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Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 11:02 AM UTC
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