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My dreams are compact and filled with bored accountants waiters leaving second hand shops in fashionable post codes, dressed like bit part actors carrying spare hands, gripped at the wrist, dangling. Their voices are a magical shrill, a goats bleat a synthesizesr whoop, mesmerizing pigeons and paper sellers alike. And you know how it is, when you find you share a name with a famous person you look for frames of references, points of similarities but you find none, only that you share the same name.
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
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My dreams are compact and filled with bored accountants waiters leaving second hand shops in fashionable post codes, dressed like bit part actors carrying spare hands, gripped at the wrist, dangling. Their voices are a magical shrill, a goats bleat a synthesizesr whoop, mesmerizing pigeons and paper sellers alike. And you know how it is, when you find you share a name with a famous person you look for frames of references, points of similarities but you find none, only that you share the same name.
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