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Yes, the catalyst. I turned out to be a caricature of behan, a small starter, echo to a happy ever after, a new beginning, in the middle of a statuesque comedy panic that waits on the drive in saturday, falls and follows and added on potential to the carnage that heartbreak hotel, high five, backpatting, handshakes in quicksand they slow dance your thoughts then swallow your resistance to a cupid mind numb florescent kiss eh another kiss to remember. hindsight blind to madness, get into insight, to real the reel for reel nonstop blindness.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 9:18 PM UTC
florescent kiss
Yes, the catalyst. I turned out to be a caricature of behan, a small starter, echo to a happy ever after, a new beginning, in the middle of a statuesque comedy panic that waits on the drive in saturday, falls and follows and added on potential to the carnage that heartbreak hotel, high five, backpatting, handshakes in quicksand they slow dance your thoughts then swallow your resistance to a cupid mind numb florescent kiss eh another kiss to remember. hindsight blind to madness, get into insight, to real the reel for reel nonstop blindness.
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 9:18 PM UTC
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