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The adults think it's funny how we hunch over some device that taught us how to forget communication. The arbitrariness of a phrase folded into gray area leads to an unexpressed panic. A child is born in a nearby hospital and welcomed by four by five inches of folded paper and a car crash down the street pulls a life and we frown. We never open our mouths but lower or raise the corners accordingly to generate some symbolic expression.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
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The adults think it's funny how we hunch over some device that taught us how to forget communication. The arbitrariness of a phrase folded into gray area leads to an unexpressed panic. A child is born in a nearby hospital and welcomed by four by five inches of folded paper and a car crash down the street pulls a life and we frown. We never open our mouths but lower or raise the corners accordingly to generate some symbolic expression.
cecilia-lynne
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
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