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Life is a skin disease, and I am the finger-nail's will pressed into scratching. Life is the electronic vein under the skin of Juana's Salvese quien pueda. Life is the loop of a record or the needle's point or the vinyl ridges and I play and hear, and I see and taste and touch. I feel light pass through my skin and am projected. Life is the wall or the reel or the reacted film, but I am the light. I am the music. I am the skin. And I am the finger-nail's will pressed into scratching.
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Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
The Skin
Life is a skin disease, and I am the finger-nail's will pressed into scratching. Life is the electronic vein under the skin of Juana's Salvese quien pueda. Life is the loop of a record or the needle's point or the vinyl ridges and I play and hear, and I see and taste and touch. I feel light pass through my skin and am projected. Life is the wall or the reel or the reacted film, but I am the light. I am the music. I am the skin. And I am the finger-nail's will pressed into scratching.
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Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
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