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The onion doesn't have layers it has panels nailed to its skin. On occasions he goes back to the warehouse where he stores broken typewriters, unfinished narratives of the campaign, unexploded bombs. sellotaped wires. He audits his feelings keeps them neatly arranged on shelves and spreadsheets and he examines them against the light and is pleased with his investigations.
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Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
onion
The onion doesn't have layers it has panels nailed to its skin. On occasions he goes back to the warehouse where he stores broken typewriters, unfinished narratives of the campaign, unexploded bombs. sellotaped wires. He audits his feelings keeps them neatly arranged on shelves and spreadsheets and he examines them against the light and is pleased with his investigations.
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Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
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